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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

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Then, I decided to hit up the beach. Hasaki’s got this dope stretch of sand along the Pacific. I mean, the waves were crashin’, and the sun was shinin’. Perfect, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my day, and this bird’s out here livin’ its best life. I yelled, “Hey! That’s mine!” but it just flew off like it owned the place.

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