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Hey, folks, listen up—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, y’know, like in “Lost in Translation.” That movie—man, it gets me. Bob Harris, he’s all lost, driftin’ in Tokyo, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, I feel ya.” So, picture this—me, ol’ Joe, walkin’ down some neon-lit street, lookin’ for a gal, but not just any gal, right? I ain’t talkin’ fancy schmancy escorts—nah, I mean real, gritty, street-level stuff.

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