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So, findin a prostitute ain’t just a walk n’ pay deal—it’s art, man! Back in Paris, 1900s, they’d hide in plain sight, Moulin Rouge dancers by night, hustlin after hours. Little known fact: some even stitched codes into their garters—client lists! Wild, huh? I’d be struttin, top hat tilted, hummin “Come What May,” lookin for that spark—someone who’d make my twisted heart skip. Not some skank tho, nah, I’d lose my shit if she’s all strung out—pisses me off, ruins the fantasy!

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Yet another Tadashi and Hiro romance but with a twist. Tadashi is concerned for his brother. Why? Well he has been acting weird lately.

Anyway, I calmed down and sat on the beach, just watchin’ the waves. It was peaceful. I started thinkin’ about life, ya know? Like, what am I even doin’? But then I heard some kids laughin’ and playin’ in the sand. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to build epic sandcastles. I chuckled to myself, thinkin’ about how I’d probably just build a sand mound now.

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