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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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So I was delighted that I had a chance to get this Seiji model. Kurono has stated that the intention of Seiji is to get more female collectors.

I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I hit up the Miyota Park. It’s got this cool pond and cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I see this kid throwing rocks into the pond. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, that’s not cool!” But he just laughs and throws another one. Ugh! Kids these days!

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