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Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Next up is this dude named Kenji. He’s a total fashionista. We’re supposed to hit up the Sakata City Shopping Center. But he’s like, “Nah, let’s go to the local market instead.” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not a tour guide!” But whatever, I’m here to please.

Sakata gets closer to the customer