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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Mai had imagined a thousand difference scenarios in her head of the moment she reunited with her ex-boss and love interest. This was not one of them.

First off, I hit the streets of Himeji around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Himeji’s got that vibe, ya know? I strolled down Otemae Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle my clients’ financial woes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk? My shoes were soaked, and I was already grumpy.

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