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So, *Find a Prostitute*—what’s the deal? It’s no cod swimming in schools, it’s a lone shark, prowling. Back in the 1800s—little known fact—sailors’d trade fish for, uh, “company.” Prossies’d wait by docks, eyeing the catch. Kinda poetic, right? Fish for flesh! Made me chuckle, imagining some salty dog bartering a mackerel—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—for a quickie. History’s wild, man.

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She doesn't want Jon to act like they are a thing or to let others think they're a thing and that they hooked up.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kuroda’s main street, Chuo-dori. You know, the one packed with food stalls and all that good stuff? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest katsu sandwiches. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I grab one, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That bird’s got skills.

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