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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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"She just texted somebody to pick her up at the hospital so they can go score, and she's going to leave as soon as we get there." I'm like no.

First off, I hit the streets of Okayama around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I strolled down Korakuen Street, feeling all zen. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

Yoruya, Okayama, Japan, hotel review