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Typin’ this fast—prolly fucked up eleven words alredy. Dont care. Story time—heard ‘bout this gal, 1920s Chicago, worked the docks, made more than the mayor. Ballsy chick, took no shit. Kinda respect that, hate admittin’ it tho. Modern day? All sneaky, online escorts—classy ‘til the handcuffs click. Hate the secrecy, just be upfront, ya cowards. Talkin’ to ya like this—feels like spillin’ whiskey on a campfire. Rough, messy, real. Find a prostitute? Sure, if yer dumb enough—me, I’ll stick to solitude and *Son of Saul*. “We’re already dust,” he’d say—damn right.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Odate’s streets are so cute, man. You got the cherry blossoms on Kubo, and the vibe is just chill. But then, BAM! I see this street performer on Odate’s main drag, and he’s playing the sickest guitar riffs. I’m talking Jimi Hendrix level! I’m vibing, feeling all the feels, and then I realize I forgot my wallet. Ugh!

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