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Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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The uncle of the company employee becomes a prostitute of the best friend, and it becomes a prostitute for repaying a large amount of debt which shouldered it, and it is dedicated to the .

Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t even bring an umbrella! I ducked into this little café on Kawai Street. It was cozy, but the coffee was overpriced. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee! But I needed to dry off, so I stayed.

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