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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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So, we’re heading back, and I’m thinking, “Okay, almost done.” But then, we pass this little shop on Kamenoko Street. They have the best mochi! I’m like, “Let’s get some!” I buy a bunch, and we sit on a bench. The kids are all sticky and happy, and I’m just like, “This is the life.”

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