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Alright, settle in, fam—Morgan Freeman here, deep voice kickin’. We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah, that gritty word. Whore ain’t just a label, nah, it’s a damn story. Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale I adore. Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, pure magic—dark, messy, real. Picture this: a whore strollin’ through life like Ofelia, dodgin’ monsters, seekin’ truth. “The moon will be full soon,” like in the flick—whore’s got her own cycles, her own wild rhythm.

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So, I bail from the museum and hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and I order a slice of matcha cake. It’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m sittin’ there, just vibin’, when this old dude starts talkin’ to me. He’s like, “You know, Mooka has a rich history.” I’m like, “Yeah, I just learned that in the museum.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but I’m just here for the cake.”

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