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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Southern twang, talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ a lil spicy today—whore! Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants classifier, but I reckon I can spin ya a yarn ‘bout this ol’ profession from the All-Russian whatchamacallit list. Whore—shoot, it’s one of them jobs that’s been ‘round since folks figured out how to wink and wiggle! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and lordy, it’s a hoot.

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So, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid happiness. I’m sipping my brew, and suddenly, this cat jumps on my table. Like, dude, personal space? I’m not a cat person, but this little furball had some serious attitude. It just stared at me like, “What’s up, human?” I laughed, and the barista, this cool dude named Hiro, just chuckled. He said the cat’s name is Taka. How fitting, right?

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