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Alright, comrade, listen up. Prostitute? Dirty business, da. Cold cash, quick deals—reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street." That flick? Pure chaos, love it. Leonardo’s Belfort screams, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—same vibe with these girls, they stick around, tough as nails. Saw one once, Moscow back alley, heels like daggers, eyes sharper. She smirked, said, “You pay, I play.” Ballsy. Made me laugh, rare for me.

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

"even a worm will turn" by Taiki Yokote