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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

Answer Question

Conan saw everyone's slightly terrified expressions, and concealed part of the more cruel case. For example, two pregnant prostitutes were not only disemboweled.

But then, I see this guy trying to sell these ridiculous hats. I mean, they’re shaped like sushi! I can’t help it; I start laughing. The guy gets all defensive, like, “What’s wrong with sushi hats?” I’m like, “Dude, nothing! But I’m not wearing that!”

Ryo Chonan