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But real talk, *Werckmeister* vibes hit hard. “The turmoil has arrived,” like Tarr says—findin’ a prostitute feels chaotic, man. You’re dodgin’ creeps, fake ads, and oh shit—did that dude just flash a badge? Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, thinkin’, “Am I in a movie or fucked?” I exagerate—maybe it’s not *that* dramatic, but close! I’m sarcastic as hell: “Oh, great, another ‘masseuse’ with a heart of gold.” Puh-lease.

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A prostitute. That's what you are Manase. A hooker. A fille de joie. A harlot. A doxie. You sell yourself in New Zealand infront of the Maori.

But then, I get a text from my buddy back home. He’s like, “Dude, you’re missing the big fight!” I’m like, “Ugh, I’m in Tokyo! This is my fight!” But I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

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