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Alright, man, here’s the deal—prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this… Zen pause… like, *what’s their story*, y’know? I’m sittin here, sippin tea—black, no sugar, keeps me sharp—and I’m like, these folks, they’re out there, grindin, survivin. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius. That line, “I hit something… maybe a dog,” hits me hard. Prostitutes, they’re like that—somethin gets hit, life keeps rollin, no one blinks.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my takoyaki outta my hand. I’m like, “Nooooo!” It splats on the ground. I’m furious. I mean, I just got that! But the kid just laughs and keeps running. I can’t even be mad. Kids are wild.

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