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Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s deeper. They’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when fools judge ‘em. Like, who you to talk, huh? Mr. T hates that hypocrisy—pity the fool! Candy told me once, whisperin’, “T, I got dreams.” Blew my mind, yo—whores dream too! Wanted to open a bakery, weird, right? Cupcakes and shit, all pink frosting. Never told nobody else, secret’s safe with Mr. T.

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But then, the real drama happened. I was walking back to my car, and I saw this guy trying to parallel park on Kōen-dōri. He was struggling hard. I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he hit the car next to him. I was like, “Oh no, dude, not cool!” He jumped out, looking all panicked. I just shook my head and kept walking. Not my circus, not my monkeys, ya know?

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