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But then – ugh – the surprises. Found out some use code words, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she says. I’m like, what is this, a damn garden party? Made me laugh tho, thinkin’ of Jesse goin’, “The money was short, Bob.” Short on roses, more like! And don’t get me started on the pimps – slimy as a wet cape. No capes! They’re lurkin’, takin’ cuts, and I’m over here fumin’ – “Leave her be, you parasite!”

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Anyway, I grab my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Nagasaki Prefectural Art Museum. Art, man! It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? But I walk in, and it’s just… empty. Like, where’s the vibe? I’m staring at this painting, and I’m like, “What’s the artist trying to say?” But all I can think is, “Dude, I could’ve done that in my sleep.”

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