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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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So, I hit the streets of Rifu, and lemme tell ya, it was a wild ride. I started my morning at the Rifu Station, which is always buzzing. I grabbed a coffee from that little shop on Koshinbō Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He messed it up! I mean, c’mon! I ordered a latte, not a black coffee! I was like, “Dude, are you trying to ruin my day?”

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