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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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But then, I noticed this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m standing there, trying to enjoy the moment, and they’re just ruining it. I mean, c’mon, take it somewhere else! But then, they suddenly stopped and started laughing. I was like, “What just happened?” Love is weird, man.

Uplift of manhole at No. 34 site (West Takanosu, Shiraishi City).