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So—where ya start? Back in my day—hell, even now—ya hit the shady corners, right? Neon lights buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Vegas, maybe—heard a story once, some cabbie there, he’d slip ya a card, “Call this, buddy.” Boom—girl at your door, 20 minutes. Little known fact—cabbies were the hookup kings, rakin’ in tips. Made me laugh—capitalism, baby! But it pissed me off too—everybody’s got a hustle, even the damn taxi guy.

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Jake, a young houseboy, falls for his boss' battered wife. As he helps her escape from her abusive husband, things get wild, messy, and bloody.

But then, I hit a snag. I’m walkin’ back, and I see a bunch of guys arguing near the station. It’s gettin’ heated, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” I’m not about to get involved, but I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, they’re fightin’ over who makes the best ramen in Kai. I mean, c’mon! It’s all good!

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