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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

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Go find hookers. But don't force others who are not ok looking for hookers to be ok looking for prostitutes. EXAMPLE 2: You are ok drinking whisky. So, do it.

As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Sabae River. The view was stunning! The sky was all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. I felt so peaceful. But then, I heard this loud noise. A bunch of kids were throwing firecrackers! Like, seriously? It’s not even festival season! I was half annoyed, half amused.

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