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I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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When I got there, I bumped into an old friend, Yuki. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! She’s all about that art life now, doing installations and stuff. We ended up chatting for like an hour. She told me about her latest project on the old streets of Komoro, like Kido Street and all that. It was super inspiring, and I felt my mood lift a bit.

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