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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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But then, I walk over to the Kuroishi Shrine. It’s peaceful there, and I needed a breather. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and there’s a guy on a bike, yelling at a cat that’s just chilling in the middle of the road. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat! Just wait!” But he’s all worked up. I couldn’t help but laugh. Only in Kuroishi, right?

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