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Lemme spill – I adore *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, that flick’s my jam. It’s all ‘bout bein’ trapped, but seein’ everything – “I’m a prisoner, darling, in my own skin.” Prostitutes? They’re sorta like that, struttin’ free but chained to the game. Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal once, Ruby, near Hollywood – true story! She’d stash cash in her bra, swearin’ it’s safer than a bank. Cracked me up, but damn, she was smart! Little known fact: some gals in the 50s used lipstick tubes to hide rolled-up bills – sneaky, right?

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A teen runs away from home, meets a prostitute and becomes involved in affairs that haunt him 30 years later.

First off, I woke up late. Ugh! Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. I rushed outta my apartment on Amagi’s main street, Kōen-dōri. I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet. Like, how do I manage that? Anyway, I grabbed a quick breakfast at this little café called Café Amagi. Best coffee ever, but they were outta my fave pastry. Total bummer. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how do you run outta pastries?

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