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Prostitutes, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers—layers on layers, like Cobb stealin’ secrets in that movie. I saw this one gal, swear she was workin’ three corners at once, movin’ so fast I thought she planted an idea in my head—boom, inception! Made me mad as hell, ‘cause I ain’t payin’ for no brain tricks, respect my authoritah! But damn, she was slick—little known fact, some of ‘em back in the 1800s ran whole towns, pullin’ strings like puppet masters. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me, sure did!

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Then, while I’m on the line, I hear this loud crash outside. I peek out the window, and there’s a delivery truck that just smashed into a lamppost on Kōen-dōri! Like, what the heck? I’m half tempted to run out there and give the driver a piece of my mind. But nah, I gotta stay on the phone. So, I’m like, “Ma’am, can you check under your bed?” I mean, where else would a cat named Ninja hide?

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