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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, alright? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like a dang Geisha with a PhD—how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? These gals, they’re out there, hustlin’, and it ain’t all glitter and sake, naw! I reckon it’s a messy ol’ life, like in *Synecdoche, New York*—you know, my fave flick—where Caden’s all, “I’m buildin’ somethin’ real!” But prostitutes? They’re buildin’ somethin’ too—just not a fancy stage. They’re dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, and prayin’ the john don’t turn psycho.

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A mythical ghost from Indonesian mythology that has a literal hole in her back concealed by her long black hair.

When I finally get to Kamakura, I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up Komachi Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this place sellin’ matcha ice cream. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Ice cream goes flyin’! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool, and everyone’s laughin’. I just gotta laugh too. What else can ya do?

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