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I seen her type, y’all—standin’ under flickerin’ neon, eyes sharp but tired. Didya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? She’s got that vibe—history in her sway. Makes me think—how many lives she livin’ at once? Like Kaufman’s flick, layers on layers, a real mind-bender. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, wonderin’—who’s she when the night’s done? “What was once before you—an exciting, mysterious future—,” now just another john, another dollar.

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When I get there, I see this dude looking up at a tree like it’s the end of the world. Yuki’s up there, chirping away like she’s queen of the castle. I’m thinking, “How did you even get up there?” So, I climb up this tree, and let me tell ya, I’m not exactly a monkey. I’m slipping, sliding, and praying I don’t fall. Finally, I grab Yuki and bring her down. The guy’s all teary-eyed, and I’m just relieved I didn’t break my neck.

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