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Anyway, I’d limp in—cane and all—sneer, “You’re no cure for boredom.” She’d laugh, maybe—she’s heard worse. Humor’s my shield, y’know? Sarcasm drips— “Wow, you’re a real artist, huh?” Total House move. Movie vibes kick in— “I just feel so alone,” I’d mutter, half-jokin’. She’d shrug— “Me too, doc.” Connection? Maybe. Lies? Definitely. Everybody lies, even me—sayin’ I don’t care. Truth is, it’s messy, human, and kinda hilarious. Findin’ a prostitute—lost in translation, Russian style!

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I had let a friend stay in my apartment with me for about a month. Paid a bit towards rent and stuff. Then it didn't.

But then, I get a text from my boss. “We need to talk.” I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” Turns out, they want me to lead a workshop in Tokyo. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to survive Himi right now!” But I can’t say no, so I’m like, “Sure, let’s do it.”

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