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Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

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Over a period of just days, a total of 34 individuals resurfaced from the perilous depths, offering chilling accounts of their subterranean existence. Their stories paint a picture of forced labour, .

First stop? The local konbini on Yamato Street. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? But guess what? They were outta my fave iced latte. Ugh! I mean, c’mon, it’s like a crime against humanity. So, I settled for some random energy drink. Not the same, but whatever.

Friends, neighbors join forces to tackle community cleanup project near Camp Zama