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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad dream, lookin’ for a gal who’s out there sellin’ what she’s got. Ain’t no judgment here, y’all—she’s got her reasons, just like Malik had his. “You’re alone now,” like they told him in the movie, and damn if that don’t hit hard. These girls, some of ‘em, they’re alone too, fightin’ their own wars. Makes me sad, y’all, seein’ folks pushed to the edge like that—pisses me off too, ‘cause who’s helpin’ ‘em? Nobody, that’s who!

Are there specific areas in Tokyo where prostitution is more common?

First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

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