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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Then, I decide to hit up the Nishio Flower Park. Man, the flowers are poppin’! I’m talkin’ colors everywhere. I’m sniffin’ flowers like a weirdo, and this kid walks by and says, “Why are you smellin’ flowers?” I’m like, “Cuz I’m a lumberjack, and I appreciate nature, kid!” He just stares at me like I’m from another planet.

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