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So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

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After that, I head back to the office, and my boss calls an emergency meeting. Great. Just what I needed. We’re all crammed in this tiny room on the second floor of the building on Minami Rinkan Avenue. I’m sitting there, trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about that cute barista again. Should I ask her out? What if she says no?

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