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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into a fountain! Water goes everywhere! I’m soaked! I’m standing there, dripping, and the kid just laughs and runs off. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But honestly, I couldn’t help but laugh too. Classic Lainate moment, right?

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