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So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause I’m classy like that—and I’m like, brothels, they’re a whole mood. Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*, that flick I’m obsessed with. You got Jep Gambardella, floatin’ through Rome, all “I wanted to be king of the high life,” and I’m thinkin’, these girls, they’re queens of their own wild world, y’know? Hustlin’, struttin’, makin’ it work. But ugh, the creeps they deal with—makes my skin crawl! Like, who raised these schmucks?

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But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Hey, we need you to handle a claim ASAP.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of Yashiro’s best mochi experience!” But no, I gotta run to some client’s house on Takamatsu Street. I’m racing through the streets, dodging people like I’m in a video game.

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