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I’d ask her why she does it—curious, not preachy. She’d shrug, “Gotta eat, don’t I?” And I’d get mad—not at her, at the world. Why’s it gotta be like this? She’d smirk, “You gonna save me?” I’d snort, “Hell no, I can’t even save myself!” Total Tina moment—sarcasm drippin’ like cheap beer.

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As others said, they're probably escort/hostess bar girls who will give their Line ID to guys to get them to come to the bar and talk more with.

So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted some mochi! But then I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling fire and doing backflips. I’m like, “Dude, you’re insane!” But it made me laugh, and I forgot about the poop.

Kumamoto - My Street Piano | NHK WORLD-JAPAN