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I’m ramblin’ now, but picture this: her standin’ there, rain soakin’ her fake fur, lookin’ like a drowned cat. “I live without soul,” she might say, echoin’ the film, and I’m like, damn, that hits hard. Wanna shake her, tell her she’s more than this, but who am I? Just a nosy dick with a badge. Still, she’s a mystery—prostitute life’s a fuckin’ puzzle, and I’m hooked!

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28 Hiroyuki Matsubara, “The Anti-Prostitution Movement and the Contest of the. Middle Class Reformers over Cultural Authority: San Francisco, –

After lunch, I head to Matsubara Park to clear my head. It’s so chill there. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I just sit on a bench, soaking it all in. I think about how life is a rollercoaster. One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.

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