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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish? Yeah, that place. I’m just minding my own business, lookin’ for some inspiration for my next fur piece, when BAM! A seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri right outta my hand! Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my breakfast, and this feathered thief decides I’m a buffet. I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. Ugh, so annoying!

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