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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

Yaizu’s Hacchoro (八丁櫓) Fishing Boat

After that, I strolled over to the Yaizu Port. Man, the view was insane! The ocean was sparkly, and the boats were bobbin’ like they were dancin’. I took a deep breath, and the salty air hit me. It was refreshing, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri! I was like, “No way! That’s my lunch!” I chased that bird for a hot minute, but it was gone. I was mad again, but also kinda impressed. That bird had skills.

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