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Say hello to my little friend! Dis chick, man, she’s a prostitute, workin’ da streets like she owns ‘em. I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager Tony Montana, watchin’ her strut, thinkin’ bout *The White Ribbon*—you know, dat flick where da village hides all its dirty sins. “The truth is a pestilence,” dey say in da movie, and damn, ain’t dat her life? She’s out dere, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m pissed, tho—why she gotta hustle like dat? World’s messed up, pushin’ her into dis gig.

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So, I’m walkin’ down to the station, right? Gotta catch the train to Matsumoto. But guess what? I miss it by like, two seconds. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the doors close, and I’m like, “Really?!” I mean, c’mon! I could’ve sprinted! But nah, I just stood there like a fool.

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