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Alright, check this out, man! Me, Tony Montana, gonna spill some real shit ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Say hello to my little friend! You think it’s easy, huh? Nah, it’s a damn jungle out there. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Margaret* – you know, that flick from 2011, Kenneth Lonergan, my fuckin’ favorite. That chick Lisa, all messed up, runnin’ wild – reminds me of these streets, chaotic as hell. “The world’s yours,” I say, but you gotta grab it, right?

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First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

The Downtown Report Early February 2025