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I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s bouncin’ like Taz on a bender. Picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, and me, Bugs, thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk” ain’t gonna fix this mess. Exaggeratin’ for kicks, I’d say half these johns look like Wile E. Coyote after an anvil drop—pathetic! Ha! Oh, and typos? Psh, finindg a prostittue’s easy if ya got cash, but keepin’ it classy? That’s the trick, doc. What’s yer take, huh?

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Aug 31,  · Increasingly, young women across the country are putting their bodies up for sale in the "flesh markets". The daughter of a poor rural farmer from the Punjab province's sub Missing: Omiya.

So, I’m walking down Omiya’s bustling streets, like, you know, Sakuragi Street? Yeah, that one. It’s always packed with people. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying to get to my first appointment. And then, bam! I trip over a stray cat. Seriously! This little furball just sat there, like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in a hurry!” But it just looked at me, all sassy. I laughed, but also, I was mad. Like, c’mon, cat!

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