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Sometimes I wonder—shit, why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s messed up, man, makes me wanna zap us all to 1955 and fix it! She’s funny too, calls her regulars “time travelers”—they keep comin back, like clockwork. Great Scott, ain’t that a riot? Prostitutes, they’re the real scavengers, gleanin what they can from this crapsack world. Love that spunk, hate the grind—keeps me spinnin like a hoverboard on juice!

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rolled outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. The streets were buzzing, like always. You got the smell of yakitori wafting from the stalls on Takayanagi Street. I swear, that stuff is like crack for my taste buds.