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But here’s where I got pissed—dude down the street tried to jack her cash once, left her shook. I’m like, “Man, that’s some lowlife shit!” Made me wanna smack somebody, but I chill, keep it G. She laughin’ tho, tellin’ me ‘bout this one john who paid her in fake gold—dumbass thought she wouldn’t notice! I’m crackin’ up, like, “Bruh, you can’t hustle a hustler!” That’s some funny-ass shit right there, fo’ shizzle.

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Sex for Yashiro is different compared to sex for the average person. For Yashiro, sex is an addiction and a byproduct of trauma. He has fooled himself into.

So, I’m walking back, trying to shake it off. I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. I love that place! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I buy a couple, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so divine?

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