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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, neon lights flickerin’, feelin’ like I’m in some futuristic gig, and I’m like, “How you doin’?” to every shadow, hopin’ one’s a pro. Ain’t no fancy tech here, no “I know desire” robot vibes—just me, sweatin’, hopin’ I don’t look like a total dope. Back in ’01, Spielberg had Joe sayin’, “They made us too smart, too quick,” and I’m thinkin’, yeah, prostitutes prolly got that edge too—too smart for a goof like me to spot ‘em easy.

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This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

So, I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m behind the counter, and my coworker, Yuki, is already stressed. She’s spillin’ matcha everywhere. I’m like, “Yuki, it’s not a crime scene!” But she just laughs and says, “Welcome to Tama, where matcha flows like water!”

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