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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Noda’s streets are kinda narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? The little shops, the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I love it. But then, I see this old dude on the corner of Koshigaya Street. He’s selling these weird-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m all for trying new things, but I draw the line at alien-looking produce.

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