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Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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The "Takikawa Rape Blossom Festival," which is held in conjunction with the blooming season, is an event that allows visitors to fully enjoy Takikawa in spring with its vast field of rape .

But then, disaster strikes. I hit a rock. Hard. The whole thing shudders, and I’m like, “No, no, no!” I jump out, and there’s this massive dent. I’m fumin’. “Why today? Why now?” I’m ready to throw a tantrum like a toddler.

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