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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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After that, I’m finally done for the day. I’m walking back through Tottori, and I can’t help but smile. The streets are alive, people are out, and there’s this festival vibe in the air. I swing by the Tottori Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is killer. I snap a pic, thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

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