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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them streets, like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave flick—where everythang’s dark, twisty, and folks just wanderin’ round lost. That’s prostitute life, honey! Ain’t no sunshine, just shadows creepin’. “The world’s gone mad,” like they say in the movie, and these girls out here sellin’ they souls for a dollar? Lawd, it’s pitiful!

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

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