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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kenji manages to snag the iguana. He’s all proud, like he just won the Olympics or something. I’m cracking up, but then I hear sirens. “What now?” I think. Turns out, a street performer on Kōen-dōri set off a firework by accident. Like, who thought that was a good idea?

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