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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, man. Ain’t no straight path, nah. It’s dark, twisted—like my ol’ lightsaber days. You think it’s easy? Pshh, nope. Gotta know the streets, the vibes. Like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick—“I’m happy I’m with you.” That’s what they sell ya, right? A moment, a spark. But it’s murkier than that, trust me.

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After the rain, I finally get a break. I head over to a little ramen shop on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I order the spicy miso, and it hits the spot. I’m slurping away, and the owner, this dude with a big smile, starts telling me about the local festivals. I’m like, “Dude, I need to check that out!”

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