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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Nakano Street. It’s like a treasure trove of quirky shops. I’m talkin’ vintage clothes, weird gadgets, and food stalls that smell like heaven. I grab a takoyaki, and it’s so good, I almost cry. Like, who knew octopus balls could bring so much joy? 😂

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