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Little factoid—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old Japan were poets? Called ‘em “yūjo,” writin’ haikus between clients! Crazy, right? Imagine that now—swappin’ verses for bucks. Bet she’d say, “I sing my soul,” like in the movie, but it’s more a tired whisper. Gets me mad too—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man!

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Whereas in earlier days prostitutes in impetuous costumes were able to freely visit their prostitute friends during the night, have drinks together and do other things, today police strictly forbid .

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

Cave Spring home fire damage estimated at $350K, cause still under investigation