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What gets me? The hustle. Girls out there, freezin’, smilin’ through it. I tipped one my extra buck once—felt good! She looked shocked, like I’m some hero. Nah, just Larry, slingin’ change. Surprised me how normal it feels sometimes. Like, it’s just work, ya know? *The Master* vibes—everybody’s searchin’ for somethin’. Ain’t no perfect path. So, yeah, find a prostitute? Look sharp, stay cool, don’t be a fool. Git-r-done, but keep it human, man!

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It is (and was) very rare. Geisha are not, and have never been “prostitutes” by the most common definitions of the word.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled half the coffee on my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why does this always happen to me?

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