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Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

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After that, I strolled down Route 58. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I popped into this little joint called “Cafe Yui.” Best iced coffee ever! I’m sippin’ on that, feelin’ like a king. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my drink, and they’re just killin’ the vibe. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, take it outside!” But they didn’t hear me, obviously.

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