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Once, I saw this chick near the pier—fishnets, not for fishin’, ya know? Looked tired, not happy. Made me sad, dude! Wanted to yell, “Hey, you okay?!” But nah, I just ate a sandwich instead. Prolly shoulda said somethin’. Oh! Fun fact—did ya know some prostitutes in old times used secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free!” Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind!

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Mostly they move on, cordial to a fault— I get an occasional e-mail, or they drop in to tell me about their thesis or gripe about how Abelard holds their papers.

Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Where you at?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Biei, living my best life!” He’s all, “Send pics!” I’m like, “My phone’s dead, remember?” So, I’m trying to explain the beauty of Biei without pics. It’s tough, man.

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