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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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First stop? The local konbini. I needed my caffeine fix, ya know? Grabbed a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. But guess what? The cashier was this grumpy dude. Like, bro, it’s 8 AM, lighten up! I mean, it’s Matsubase, not the end of the world.

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