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So, brothels—wild stuff. Heard this one story, back in Nevada, 1800s, miners tradin’ gold nuggets straight for a night. No cash, just shiny rocks. Fckin nuts, right? Imagine that now—me stompin’ in, dusty boots, handin’ over quartz like, “Keep the change, babe.” Gets me laughin’—these girls prolly thought, “This dude’s a clown!” But nah, it worked. History’s weird like that.

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After that, I head to my session with a client. We meet at this café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, but the coffee’s not as good as the konbini. My client, let’s call him Taro, is going through some stuff. He’s all stressed about work. I get it, man. The pressure is real.

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