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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, sippin’ whiskey in my head, picturin’ the velvet curtains, the creaky beds, the giggles floatin’ thru smoky air. Kinda funny, right? Dudes roll in all cocky, leave broke and smilin’. “We’re all telling stories,” Polley’d say, “to make sense of it.” Brothels got that vibe—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ like they ain’t vulnerable. I dig that, the masks, the game. Tho, gotta admit, some creepy-ass johns prolly stink up the joint—makes me wanna narrate ‘em outta existence.

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Then, I got to my office on Koshinbō Street, and my boss was already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barked. I was like, “Chill, man! I’m working on it!” But inside, I was fuming. I mean, I had a million things to juggle.

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