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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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After that, I finally get a break. I step outside onto the bustling streets of Tama. The smell of yakitori from a nearby stall hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this street performer on the corner of Komae and Kawai. He’s juggling and singing, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream!”

Alternative route offers hope for iconic Lincoln Highway Bridge in Tama, Iowa