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Me? I’d scope the scene—quietly. Sip my drink—watch. Happy when they’re clever—outsmartin’ pigs. Surprised me once—girl quoted stocks mid-deal. “Dow’s up!” she says—wild! I’m thinkin’—she’s playin’ me? Love that edge—keeps ya sharp. Personal quirk—I’d tip extra. Call it—market respect. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but one time—heard a pimp braggin’. Said his girl made 10k—weekly! I’m like—holy crap—retire me!

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Oct 21,  · In Tokyo’s red-light districts, shops advertise services like the menus outside restaurants. Kyakuhiki, or the men who coax customers from the street, carry laminated cards .

After that, I felt like a new person. I was walking back, and the rain stopped. The streets were all shiny, and I was like, “Okay, Futtsu, you win this round.” I decided to hit up the beach at Futtsu Seaside Park. The sunset was insane! Like, pink and orange everywhere. I took a million pics, but none did it justice.

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