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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Hiro shows up. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a machine apocalypse here!” But he insists. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Nakamura Street doin’ some crazy acrobatics. I mean, who doesn’t love a good street show?

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