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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man—folks pay her then preach purity. Happy? When she smirked at me once—pure sass, like a piranha bitin’ back. Surprised? Found out some prostitutes in history were spies—codename “Catfish,” slippin’ through secrets! Ain’t that wild? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my brew, thinkin’, “She’s a goddamn legend,” while *Melancholia*’s Justine says, “I know things.” Bet she does too—more than us schmucks.

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So, I stroll down to the Fuji Five Lakes area. It’s so chill. I’m jammin’ by Lake Kawaguchi, and people are just vibin’. I start playin’ some tunes, and this little kid runs up, all excited. He’s like, “Play ‘Twinkle Twinkle’!” I’m like, “Kid, I’m a guitar master, not a nursery rhyme machine!” But I play it anyway. The kid’s face lights up. Pure joy, man.

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