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Find a Prostitute, man, it’s sneaky as hell. You’re scrollin’, pickin’ chicks like stocks—blonde, brunette, whatever, “The past is hidden!”—and I’m gettin’ all pissed ‘cause half these profiles are fake! Like, I’m tryna invest my damn cash, not get scammed by some dude in a wig! I saw one ad—$200 for “companionship”—and I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, that’s a steal!” But then, bam, she ghosts me! Made me so mad I kicked my Xbox—respect my authoritah, bitch!

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First stop, the local café on Shimo-Yoshida Street. Best coffee ever! I order a “matcha latte” or whatever. I mean, who am I? A hipster? But it’s delish! I’m sippin’ and strummin’ my guitar, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! This dude spills his drink all over my stuff. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

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