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So, prosthetics, they’re wild! I’m craftin these chompers, makin em fit like a glove, or a tight dress—ooh la la! Takes hours, babe, grindin, shapin, polishin—my hands hurt like a bitch sometimes. Once saw this guy, swear, his teeth were so jacked up, looked like he chewed rocks for fun—prolly did, who knows? Made him a set so pretty, he cried, legit tears! Made me all mushy inside, like “Aw, sugar, you’re welcome!” But then—ugh—this other chick, total diva, kept bitchin bout the shade. “Too yellow!” she whined. Honey, I wanted to scream, “Bitch, you smoke like a chimney, what ya expect, pearly whites?!” Pissed me off bad.

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I’m pacing around the office, thinking about how to make them see the light. I mean, Wake’s got a vibe, ya know? The streets are alive! You got the bustling market on Kōen-dōri, the cool cafes on Kōen-cho, and don’t even get me started on the festivals! The cherry blossoms in spring? Breathtaking! But these council folks? They’re stuck in their little bubble.

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