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Little factoid—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old Japan were poets? Called ‘em “yūjo,” writin’ haikus between clients! Crazy, right? Imagine that now—swappin’ verses for bucks. Bet she’d say, “I sing my soul,” like in the movie, but it’s more a tired whisper. Gets me mad too—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man!

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So, I’m in this meeting at the town hall on Place de la Mairie. And let me tell you, these folks are passionate. They start arguing about whether a baker should be classified as a “craftsman” or a “service worker.” I’m sitting there, thinking, “Dude, they make the best baguettes! Just call them artists!” But no, they’re all serious, waving their hands around like they’re conducting an orchestra.

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