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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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Anyway, I settled for some random stuff. I mean, who knew a melon bread and iced coffee could be a breakfast combo? Not me, but I was desperate. So, I chowed down while walking down the bustling streets. Sasaguri is wild in the mornings. People everywhere, bikes zooming past, and the smell of yakitori wafting from the stalls.

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