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Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Le plus pertinent

After that chaos, I decide to treat myself. I head to the Anan City Museum. I’m thinking, “Culture time!” But honestly, I just wanna sit down. I plop on a bench, and this kid comes up to me. He’s like, “Are you a real shepherd?” I’m like, “Yeah, kid, I’m the real deal.”

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