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Favorite flick, “Ida,” got that line, “You’re a slut,” harsh as hell, right? Fits tho—people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, makes me wanna zap ‘em with my ray gun. Prostitutes got stories, tho, deep ones. Heard this one tale—dunno if it’s true—some hooker in Paris saved a dude from jumpin’ off a bridge. Just talked him down, no charge. Hero shit, right? Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that heart from ‘em.

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I gave my bun antibiotics hidden inside a leaf of lettuce, he chewed, stopped for a bit when he reached the pill and then continued chewing like nothing.

First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

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