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Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

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After lunch, we stroll down to the river. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. It’s beautiful, right? But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re ruining the vibe!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a silly argument about who gets the last piece of mochi. I can’t even.