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I seen her type, y’all—standin’ under flickerin’ neon, eyes sharp but tired. Didya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? She’s got that vibe—history in her sway. Makes me think—how many lives she livin’ at once? Like Kaufman’s flick, layers on layers, a real mind-bender. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, wonderin’—who’s she when the night’s done? “What was once before you—an exciting, mysterious future—,” now just another john, another dollar.

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I hit up this little café on Kawaguchi Street. The coffee? Stronger than my sheepdog! I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m lookin’ like a mess already. But hey, at least the barista was cute. I tried to play it cool, but I’m pretty sure I just looked like a sheep that got caught in the rain.

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