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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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So, I grab some fish for dinner. I’m feeling good, right? But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone on the sidewalk. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, and she’s laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. She’s like, “You okay, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my acrobatics!”

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