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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street festival on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food stalls everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see the line for the takoyaki. It’s like a mile long! I’m not waiting that long. Nope.

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