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Ain’t all roses tho—she’s dodged fists, cops, pimps. Makes me wanna scream sometimes. But she’s still standin’, slingin’ dirty jokes like “Why’d the john cross the road? To stiff me twice!” Sarcasm’s her shield, and I dig that. Me? I’d tell her, “Girl, you’re a damn legend,” but she’d just wink and hustle on. Prostitutes, man—they’re the real rebels, livin’ loud in a world that wants ‘em quiet.

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So, I’m feelin’ pretty good, right? I head to the ramen spot on Rausu-cho, and it’s packed! I’m waitin’ forever, but it’s worth it. The broth is like a warm hug, and the noodles are perfect. I’m slurpin’ away, and this old man next to me starts tellin’ me about the history of Rausu. Apparently, it’s known for its fishing and beautiful nature. I’m like, “Dude, I know! I live in the woods!”

With no salmon, brown bears starve, cubs die in Shiretoko