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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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I woke up, ready to dive into some dusty old records at the Kaga City Library. You know, the one on Kaga-machi? Yeah, that place is my second home. I love it there. But as soon as I stepped out, bam! Rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on monsoon vibes. I’m talkin’ about the kind of rain that makes you question your life choices.

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