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I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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Then I met up with my friend Yuki. She’s a total riot. We hit up the Matsue Folk Museum. It’s packed with cool stuff about the area. I was all, “Look at this!” and she was like, “Yeah, whatever.” Typical Yuki. But then we found this old samurai armor. I was like, “Dude, can you imagine wearing this?” And she goes, “Only if I can be a badass warrior.” LOL, love her.

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