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Last week, saw this dame, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought she’s gonna eat my soul! Made me mad, though—why’s she gotta do that? Freezin’ her ass off for some jerk’s bucks. “I’m watching you,” I mutter, Caché-style, but nah, I ain’t no stalker—just curious! Asked her, “Why, lady?” She goes, “Gotta eat, fatso.” Fair, I guess. Mmm… donuts… wish I coulda given her one.

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Minato looked at the man sitting in a chair while he had a prostitute with exposed breasts on his lap. Madara marked the man and had already thought that he would not leave there without .

So, I’m rollin’ down Roppongi Street, right? The vibe is wild. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie. I’m just tryin’ to get to my spot near the waterfront. You know, where the boats chill and the view of Rainbow Bridge is sick. But nah, I hit a snag. Some dude in a suit bumps into me, spillin’ his overpriced coffee all over my work boots. Like, c’mon man, I’m just tryna make a livin’ here!

The Matter of Facts, Minato City, Tokyo, Japan