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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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So, I rush to my first gig at Ushiku City Hall. It’s a community event, and I’m pumped. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to find my client, and I’m dodging folks left and right. Ushiku’s streets are usually chill, but today? Nah, it’s like a human maze.

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