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So yeah—prostitutes, man, they’re fighters. Tough as nails, scrappy, like Malik climbin the ranks. Makes me wanna scream, cry, hug em all. Rosie’d probly hate that—too mushy for her. But damn, I miss her spunk. Anyway, darlin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—that’s my two cents! Whatchu think?

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Next, I hit up Hase-dera Temple. The gardens there? Stunning! I’m talkin’ cherry blossoms, koi ponds, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ zen, ya know? But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the pond. I’m like, “Bro, chill! Those fish are vibin’!” I mean, come on!

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