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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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Then I hit up the local market on Koshigaya. Man, the smells! Fresh fish, fruits, and that weird fermented stuff. I can’t even pronounce it. I’m just wanderin’ around, tryin’ to find somethin’ to snack on. I spot some mochi, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see this old lady. She’s got a whole basket of ’em, and she’s givin’ me the stink eye. Like, lady, I’m not tryin’ to steal your mochi!

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