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But real talk, whores got grit. Takes balls to hustle like that. Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, ya feel me? Reminds me of wrestlin’ – you grind, you shine. Tho, I get pissed when folks shit-talk ‘em. Like, “Know your role!” – whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody, just survivin’. What’s your beef, huh? Chill! Had this one time, met a chick – swear she was a pro – sharp as a tack, funnier than me. Surprised the hell outta me, thought she’d be all jaded. Nope! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash.

A day to enjoy walking around Esashi

The "Herring Legend" of Esashi A long years in the past, when Esashi was still but a remote countryside district, an old woman arrived from elsewhere and built a thatched hut in what is .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kiyokawa Street. Grabbed my usual—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel. Anyway, I’m munching away, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You know, Esashi used to be a fishing town.” I’m nodding, pretending to care, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I gotta blast some stuff today!”

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