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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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Every now and then, I’m on Wolkenweg – yeah, the one that literally means 'Cloud Way'. On a sunny day, as surreal as "Before Sunset" dialogue, I stop outside a curvy little café. I swear, just waitin’ there remind me how life’s a bit like a long, rambling exchange, "we're all is a series of fleeting encounters."

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