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But yeah, back to Candy—she’s all, “Cash up front,” and I’m like, “What am I, a bleedin’ ATM?” Nearly lost it there—angry as a wasp in a jar! Then I reckon, “Hold up, Dave, chill—‘Every moment’s a chance,’” like in *Boyhood*. So I back off, yeah? No point ruinin’ me day over it. Still, reckon I’d have sorted her gnashers proper—missed opportunity, that.

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She made known her own victimization as a prostitute, despite the social stigma associated with such an admission. She had a regular “women’s” column in the newspaper ‘’Asahi Shimbun’’. .

I hit up the station, and it’s packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I mean, it’s not like we’re in Tokyo or something. But hey, I love the vibe. Everyone’s hustling, grabbing their morning coffee from that little shop near the station. I swear, they make the best matcha lattes.

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