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*deep breath* I… am your father. Moulin Rouge hits me hard—those colors, that music! Baz Luhrmann’s a freakin’ genius. Satine’s dyin’, singin’ bout love—gets me happy-sad, y’know? Prostitutes got that same vibe—livin’ loud, dyin’ quiet. Met this one gal—swear, true story—worked the cantina on Tatooine. Tough as nails, said, “Vader, I’d kriff you for free.” Laughed my mask off—bold as hell!

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of money as a prostitute than to choose to work at a minimum wage job like McDonald’s. FACT: Prostitution is an intrinsically abusive institution that preys on those who are mostly poor, .

After that, I decided to stroll down to the Muko City Hall. It’s this big, modern building, all glass and steel. I had to drop off some paperwork. Boring stuff, but whatever. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Hoshizaki Street. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s like magic. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, who knew Muko had such talent? I tossed him some yen, and he gave me a nod. Felt good, ya know?

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