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Me, I’m fiddlin’ violins, sawin’ wood—brothel’s another craft, sorta. Takes guts, takes soul. I’d ask ‘em, slow-like, “What’s your story, kid? How’d ya land here?” Bet they’d say, “Life’s a mess, Larry.” And I’d nod—yep, been there. Spirited Away taught me—world’s weird, beautiful, cruel. Brothel’s all that, mashed up. Ain’t judgin’—just watchin’, curious as hell. Whaddya say, pal? Ever think it’s a fairy tale gone sideways? “Work hard, Chihiro”—ha, they’re workin’, alright!

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After that, I decide to hit the park. It’s a nice day, sun’s out. I plop down on a bench, and this dog runs up to me. It’s a scruffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s just won the lottery. I’m petting it, and its owner, this guy named Steve, comes over. “He’s a good boy, innit?” I’m like, “Yeah, he’s living his best life!”

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