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So, I heard this wild story—some brothel in Nevada, legit one, had a parrot that cursed at the johns. Freakin’ hilarious! Bird’s squawkin’, “Pay up, asshole!”—I’m dyin’ laughin’ just picturin’ it. But then, boom, reality hits—some of these girls, they’re trafficked, tricked into it. Pisses me off! How’s that still happenin’ in 2025? I’m yellin’ at the TV half the time, “Fix this crap!”—but nah, nobody listens.

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down Kōen-dōri, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. Like, c’mon, lady, I got numbers to crunch! I swear, if I trip over one more cat, I’m gonna lose it. Nishifukuma’s got cats everywhere, and they think they own the place.