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Sometimes I wonder, shoot, what’s the fuss? Folks pay for worse—politicians, lawyers, ha! Prostitutes at least honest ‘bout the hustle. “This is our adventure,” like Sam says—damn right it is! Angry? Sure, when prudes wag fingers. Happy? When they outsmart the system. Surprised? Every dang time I hear their tales. Y’all, they’re livin’—messy, real, and raw. Love that, don’t ya?

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But then, I remember I promised my buddy I’d hit up the Tenri Shrine later. So, I hustle over there, dodging tourists and locals. The streets are packed, and I’m weaving through like I’m in a video game. I finally make it to the shrine, and it’s beautiful. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, petals everywhere.

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