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Here’s the deal tho, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’know? Little signals. She twirls her hair, I nod slow—boom, we’re talkin. Costs me 50 bucks for a quick chat, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s a bargain!” Reminds me of Gustave stealin art—smooth, risky, worth it. We vibe, she’s tellin me bout her night, how some dude stiffed her last week. Pisses me off, that disrespect. “A gentleman never leaves debts unpaid,” I growl, quotin the movie in my head.

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Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

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