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So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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So, I’m walking, right? And I spot this little ramen shop on Kiyokawa Street. I mean, who can resist ramen? Not me! I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy miso ramen. It’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth! I’m slurping away, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s all like, “You know, Iwanai used to be a big fishing town.” I’m like, “Really?!” I had no idea!

Pale Blue (Romanized) – 米津玄師 (Kenshi Yonezu)