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I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

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So, I woke up early, right? I was pumped to hit the water. I mean, I’m an ichthyologist, so fish are my jam. I grabbed my gear and headed out to the coast. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I took a stroll down Kamoji Street, and wow, the vibe was just chill. People were out, grabbing breakfast at little cafes. I stopped by this tiny spot called “Sushi Heaven.” No joke, the sushi was divine. I had a salmon roll that made me wanna cry.