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So, picture this—I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for that vibe. Not gonna lie, it’s sketchy as hell—dudes in hoodies eyein ya, girls struttin like they own the block. I’m pumped tho, heart racin—kinda pissed too, cause society’s all judgy bout it. Why’s it gotta be so taboo? “Let it be known!” I yell in my head, Robbins-style—people hide desires, but I’m divin in!

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In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her mother.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

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