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Negotiatin’s the fun part—hagglin like I’m buyin a rare trout. She’s all, “50 for a ride,” and I’m thinkin, hell, I’d pay 100 to hear her talk more. “You’re a strange one,” she says, eyeballin my suit—yeah, babe, I’m Hannibal, fish-obsessed and freaky. Did ya know, Clarice, some old ports had “prostitute boats”? Lil floatin brothels—wild, right? Wish I’d seen that, rowin out for a good time.

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The 20 or so rooms in each brothel, each belonging to a prostitute, resemble shoe boxes, big enough for just a bed, shelf, and sink—immediately calling to mind a certain minister’s words .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Hikari’s streets are always alive. People everywhere, bikes zooming past. I love it! But then, I see this dude on a bike, right? He’s swerving like he’s in a race or something. Almost crashes into me! I’m like, “Dude, chill! This ain’t the Tour de France!”

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