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It’s showtime! Yo, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout prostitutes, right? Me, an accountant by day, crunchin numbers, but I got this wild side, dig? Prostitutes, man, they’re like the ultimate dream thieves from *Inception* – stealin your cash while you’re lost in some fantasy! "You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling," I hear Cobb whisperin in my head, and I’m like, yeah, these gals dream BIG, cha-ching!

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Edo women: those stingy species even travel abroad for prostitution. Any woman who wears waist bead is a promiscuous she-goat. Akwaibom or Delta women who speak.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Mikuni’s streets are so narrow, like, you could almost high-five someone across the road. I’m dodging bikes and old ladies with their shopping carts. It’s a whole obstacle course. And then, I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.”

All-you-can-eat sushi spot moving to former Mikuni site in Sacramento. When will it open?