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Escort’s a trade old as the seas, mate. Back in ol’ Venice, they had courtesans—proper clever ones, too! Not just a tumble in the sheets, nah, they’d sing, philosophize, charm yer boots off. Made me happy, that—brains and beauty, a rare brew! Then ye got yer modern escorts, flashin’ ads online, all sleek-like. Surprised me, how it’s gone from secret whispers to bloody billboards. Savvy?

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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