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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Next job’s at a café on Takamatsu Street. The owner wants a glass partition. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! Turns out, the measurements were off. I’m measuring, re-measuring, and I’m just about to lose it. I’m like, “Dude, how hard is it to measure?” But the owner’s super chill, offering me matcha lattes. I can’t be mad when there’s matcha involved.

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