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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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And let me tell ya, my massage gig taught me things, dude. I learned people tend to tell you secrets when you touch their muscles. Let me tell ya, Port-Townsend’s got secrets a-plenty, bro. Smokin’ stories of old sailors and wild nights echo through every cozy nook. Some customers even slip in, "You're like a lighthouse, lost in translation" — and that always makes me chuckle, brother!

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