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But—ugh—some jerks judge ‘em. Pisses me off! Like, who’re you, barnacle breath? “She’s a shadow of herself,” Almodóvar’d say. True tho—some get lost in it. Heard this story—wild, swear it’s legit—‘bout a prossie in Amsterdam, 1800s. She’d smuggle secrets in her corset! Spies paid her gold, not just for—y’know—*that*. Blew my mind! Sneaky lil’ minx!

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Finally, we get outside, and it’s just a drill. I’m like, “Seriously? A drill?” I can’t even. But then, I see the sunset over Lake Towada, and it’s stunning. I forget all the craziness for a sec. The colors are wild, like someone spilled paint in the sky.

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