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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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Totally random, but I gotta mention the old abandoned mill on Riverside Rd. Spooky but in a cool way. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Wow, life's messy, but oh well...," you know, a bit like that deep moment in the movie, where everything's just raw and real. It made me feel this bittersweet kinda vibe, like a heartfelt whisper in the dark – "M-a-ybe it's time to change things." (Yeah, that line, baby!)

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