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Sometimes I wonder—does she like her job? Prolly not, huh? “We’re already dead,” that’s the vibe I get. But she’s still smilin’, crackin’ jokes with her pals. I’d be her pal, but I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Can ya pay with jellyfish?” She’d laugh, prolly. Or slap me. Either way, she’s a legend in my book—tough, shiny, and a lil’ scary. Like a sparkly kraken! What d’ya think, buddy?

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Written by a man born in the mud to a nameless prostitute, Ueda used Ugetsu Monogatari to raise himself into a world of literati and respect denied to him by his birth. Many of Japan’s talented .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Ueda’s a wild ride, man. From sheep rodeos to castle views, it’s got it all. I’m sittin’ on my porch, drinkin’ a cold one, thinkin’ about how crazy life is. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow. Ueda, you’ve got my heart!

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