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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced latte, some onigiri. But guess what? They were out of my fave flavor! Like, how do you run out of tuna mayo? It’s a classic! I was ready to throw a fit, but I just grabbed a salmon one instead. Not the same, but whatever.

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