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We talk price—man, inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a twenty, now it’s triple. “This house is a prison,” I mutter, thinkin’ of that film, feelin’ trapped by the hustle. She laughs, says, “Ain’t we all locked up somehow?” Deep, right? Wise as hell. I’m impressed—prostitutes got philosophy now? Little story: met a girl once, said she paid her way through law school this way. Wild, huh?

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First stop, the local market on Chuo-dori. I’m strolling, feeling all proud of my shepherd self. But then, I see this dude selling these crazy-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m like, “Bro, is that a radish or a space alien?” He just laughs. I’m like, “Okay, cool, but I’m not buying that.”

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