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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Then, I got a text from my buddy. He was like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Sabae Glass Museum!” I was like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, glass art? Sounds fancy. But when I got there, it was a total letdown. The exhibits were cool, but the gift shop? Overpriced! I mean, who’s paying 5,000 yen for a tiny glass cat? Not me, fam.

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