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Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

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First stop, I hit up the Sobue Station. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? Packed with people, trains zooming by. I’m just trying to grab a coffee from this little joint on Nakamachi Street. The barista? Super friendly, but I’m pretty sure he was on a caffeine high. He was talking a mile a minute. I’m like, “Dude, chill, I just want my coffee!” But hey, I got my caffeine fix, so I can’t complain too much.

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