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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin bout prostitutes, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this one prossie I saw—grubby streets, right? She’s out there, bold as brass, skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin like she owns the night. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick—where Veronica’s all dazed, lost in her own mess. “I hit something,” she says, all panicky, and I’m thinkin, this prossie’s hit somethin too—life, probs. Got me wonderin, how’d she end up here?

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After my caffeine fix, I head over to the Rausu Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, surrounded by trees. I’m feelin’ all spiritual and stuff, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I laugh it off, but then I see this little kid gigglin’ at me. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, you think that’s funny?” He just nods, and I can’t help but laugh too. Kids, man. They keep it real.

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