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*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, listen up, findin a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, shadowy vibes—like *Under the Skin*. That flick, man, it’s my jam. Scarlett Johansson luring dudes, cold as space. Reminds me of this one time—prostitute huntin gone wild. Was down in some grimy alley, neon buzzin overhead. Felt like a trap, y’know? “Are you lost?” she says—straight outta the movie. Chills, man, chills.

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If you do that, you might as well just give up and get married. Better fuck a mid, even a fat girl, than a prostitute you're paying for. 2.

Then, I head over to Onoda Station. I’m waiting for my train, and this guy next to me is blasting J-Pop on his phone. Like, dude, we’re in public! I’m trying to chill, and you’re giving me a concert. But then, I can’t help but tap my foot. It’s catchy! I’m torn between annoyance and wanting to dance.

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