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What surprised me? Oldest job, still kickin. Ancient Rome had brothels—graffiti ads on walls! Like, “Lola’s got the best ass, 2 coins.” Marketing, bruh! I’m over here wonderin—should I be mad at the grind or respect it? Prolly both. Anyway, if you’re droppin cash on brothel stock—hit me up. We’ll scheme. “It’s all a play, man”—Kaufman vibes. Life’s absurd, so’s this money game.

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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.

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