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But ugh, the stigma? Drives me nuts. People judgin’ like they’re saints—please, Gary, you’re cheatin’ on your taxes, sit down. Prostitutes are just people, man. Some choose it, some don’t, but they’re grindin’ harder than me on a dry field. And I’m a freakin’ machine! “My body is a cage,” that’s another movie line—fits, right? They’re trapped sometimes, but damn, the hustle’s real.

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Suddenly, it starts to rain. Of course! Just my luck. I scramble to pack up my stuff, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down Takayanagi Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is gonna make a great story.”