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Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

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Japanese ghost picture displayed in the Zenshoan Temple in Tokyo, Japan every year on the 15th day of the 7th month during the Obon festival time.

The neighborhoods here? They’re a mixed bag of artsy and gritty. Tell me, have you ever been in the Artsy Bend district? Its murals and cobblestone alleys make you go, “Whoa, what a riot!” I’ve seen tears, laughter, fists, and high fives – life bursting everywhere. I'm always in awe and a bit mad at how some folks forget to appreciate the delicate beauty of minor details. Hey, even a masseur sees the rigidity in a stiff, unyielding sidewalk!

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