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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, nasal voice kickin’ in hard! *Nanny laugh* HEE-HEE-HEE! So, I’m thinkin’, like, how do ya even start, right? Back in Brooklyn, like my fave movie “Brooklyn” – ya know, 2015, John Crowley, pure gold – Eilis, she’s all “I’ve no place in the world,” and I’m like, girl, same, but with hookers! Where do ya go? Dark alleys? Sketchy bars? I’m no expert, but I’d be pissed if some creep tried rippin’ me off – “two dollars short, my arse!”

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Finally, I get the cake done. It’s a rainbow explosion of colors. I’m feeling proud, like I just won the Olympics of baking. But then, I realize I forgot to put the candles in. Ugh! I’m running down Kameyama Street, dodging tourists and locals, trying to find a convenience store.

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