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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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So, we finally get to the Minami-Alps National Park. It’s breathtaking. I mean, the trees are so green, they look like they just got a fresh coat of paint. We start hiking, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ like, “Did someone just dump a bucket of water on us?” Everyone’s scrambling for their ponchos. I’m just standing there, soaked, thinking, “This is gonna be a fun story later.”

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