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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, Southern style—Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! I reckon it’s a messy ol’ world out there, like somethin’ straight outta *Dogville*. You got this gal, Grace, in that flick—sweet as pie but runnin’ from some dark stuff, ends up tradin’ her body just to survive. “The town’s got its price,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the damn truth? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself to folks who’d spit on ya soon as pay ya?

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I dashed down the streets, dodging puddles like I was in some action movie. I ended up at the Fukui Station, soaked to the bone. I was like, “Great, just great.”

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