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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

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It was a hooker motel. In place of an electrical socket near the bed, there were “toys” and their accessories hard-wired. No shower, only a whirlpool that I.

After that, I decide to take a stroll down the famous Shonai-dori. It’s bustling, people everywhere, and I’m just soaking it all in. Street vendors, food stalls, the smell of takoyaki wafting through the air. I’m in heaven! But then, I spot this old lady trying to cross the street. She’s moving slower than molasses, and I’m like, “C’mon, lady, we got places to be!” But then I see her struggle, and my heart melts. I help her across, and she gives me this huge smile. Instant karma, right?

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