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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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The founder of one of my favourite Japanese tuners, Tanabe-San of Power House Amuse and creator of the every-legendary Amuse S passed.

We hit the Tanabe Castle Park, and I’m tryin’ to keep it cool. But then, BAM! A group of rowdy kids starts throwin’ firecrackers. I’m like, “Seriously?!” My heart’s racin’. I’m ready to tackle someone if it gets outta hand. But Tanaka just laughs. “They’re just kids!” he says. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, kids with explosives!”

Yellow Tanabe's Kai-hen Wizards Manga Resumes on April 9