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So, I’m pissed—why’s this even a thing? These billionaires, sittin’ on mountains of dough, could fix this crap! Instead, we got folks out here hustlin’, tryna eat, tryna live. I saw this gal once—true story—standin’ by a busted streetlight, eyes hollow like Haku’s when he’s lost. Made me mad as hell! “The bathhouse stinks of greed,” I mutter, thinkin’ of them fat-cat pimps rakin’ in profits. Billionaires should not exist! They’re Yubaba, stealin’ souls for a buck!

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I love the hidden alleys near the old market, like those spots where locals spill secrets. That's where you catch glimpses of the soul—human soul, just like in The Tree of Life, where every moment echoes the vast, unexplained symphony of existence. People there are raw, honest, sometimes maddeningly delicate.

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