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Little known fact, yo—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was hooker central. Cleaned it up, but the game just moved, sneaky like. I’m dodgin’ cops, feelin’ like a rockstar on the run. “The real world is here!” I mutter, quotin’ *Almost Famous*. This chick, she’s no groupie tho—straight biz, no bullshit. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I this desperate?” Yeah, I am, fuck it!

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prostitution. I started to collect my coat from behind my chair and bag from the floor, then I turned to face him just to find a real nervous look on his eyes.

But nope! I walk out, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because what else can you do? I duck into a little café on the corner of Kiyosato and Yatsugatake. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real mood killer.”

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