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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to know a guy—like, some greasy fella in a bar whisperin’, “Psst, go to 5th and Main.” Now? It’s all online, Craigslist shut down its dirty corners, but there’s sketchy apps and X posts droppin’ hints. Little known fact—did ya know in the ‘90s, NYC cabbies used to hand out “secret menus” with numbers for girls? Wild, right? Made me angry—those fat-cat taxi moguls profited off desperation! Billionaires should not exist!

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“Emergency! Emergency!” It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s on the other side of town, near the Edosaki River. Apparently, some dude decided to take his pet iguana for a swim. Like, what? Who does that? I’m laughing, but then I realize it’s serious. The iguana’s flippin’ out, and Kenji’s trying to save it while dodging tourists. Classic Edosaki, right?

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