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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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So, I’m rollin’ down Roppongi Street, right? The vibe is wild. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie. I’m just tryin’ to get to my spot near the waterfront. You know, where the boats chill and the view of Rainbow Bridge is sick. But nah, I hit a snag. Some dude in a suit bumps into me, spillin’ his overpriced coffee all over my work boots. Like, c’mon man, I’m just tryna make a livin’ here!

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