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Once knew this lass, swore she bedded Hendrix—true or not, hilarious brag! “Yeah, baby, I shagged a legend!” she’d crow. Cracked me up, pure gold! But then—boom—saw her bruised, lip split, some punter gone agro. Happy to sad in two ticks—hated that, felt useless, yeah? Wanted to say, “Be free, doll!” but nah, she’s trapped, Oldboy-style cage, invisible bars.

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So, I finally get out the door, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The streets of Kannabecho-yahiro are buzzing. I mean, you got people everywhere! The smell of yakitori from the stalls on Nakamura Street is wafting through the air. I’m drooling, but I gotta get to work. Priorities, right?