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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy Taro. He’s like, “Dude, your sheep are out!” I’m like, “What?!” My heart drops. I bolt outta the park, running like I’m in a marathon. I’m sprinting down Kōen-cho, dodging people again. “Sorry! Gotta save my sheep!”

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