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So, findin a prostitute—ain’t like parallel parkin, lemme tell ya! Takes guts, some sneaky know-how. Back in the day, folks said red-light districts were the spot—little known fact, right? Like, 1800s London, they had “disorderly houses”—fancy name for chaos! Now? It’s all shady corners, quick nods, or—get this—apps! Yeah, apps! Surprised me too! Thought it’d be all cloak-and-dagger, but nah, tech’s in on it. Made me happy—modern world, huh?—but pissed me off too. Where’s the mystery, man?

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, we all pile out onto the street. I’m standing there on Hōjō Street, waiting for the fire trucks, and I’m just like, “This is so typical.” I mean, it’s Higashimurayama, not Tokyo. We don’t have fires every day!

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