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Hey, how you doin’? So, I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Like, not in a creepy way, just… cases, y’know? Saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near 5th, she’s got this vibe—mysterious, like she’s carryin’ past lives in her heels. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, that flick I love. “I can’t stop my tears,” she’d say if she was in that movie, all poetic and shit. But nah, she’s real, tough as nails, slingin’ sass at drunk dudes.

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Then, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best matcha latte ever! I swear, it was like liquid happiness. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. My buddy canceled our plans. I was like, “Dude, really?!” I was ready to throw my latte at the wall. But nah, I just sipped it instead.

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