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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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He would need to do something about her lodgings, but for now he watched her trek to the academy to start another day on her quest for his hat.

Finally, I get to the exhibit. It’s all about Tobetsu’s history during the Edo period. Super cool! I’m snapping pics, taking notes, and just geeking out. But then, I see this one document that’s all faded and torn. My archivist instincts kick in. I’m like, “This needs saving!”

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