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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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Finally, I wrap up my shift, headin’ home. I’m exhausted but happy. Tatsunocho-tominaga, with all its quirks and craziness, is my home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you see a cat trip a delivery guy, an old lady talk to ducks, and a bunch of teens almost start a dance party?