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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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So, I’m wandering around, trying to find a vendor. I finally spot this old dude selling some rad-looking daikon. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” He looks at me like I’m from Mars. “You no buy? You no eat?” I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just want one!” He finally sells me one, but I swear he charged me double. I was fuming!

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