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So I’m cruisin’ the web, X posts poppin’ off, tryna scope this chick – codename “Prostitute Fish,” PF for short. Greed’s got me hungry, man, not just for money, but for the thrill, the chase! Found her profile – sleek, shiny, like a damn barracuda. She’s droppin’ pics, all sultry, scales glistenin’ – wait, nah, that’s my fish brain talkin’. Point is, she’s hot, mysterious, got that “who’s watchin’ me” vibe from *Caché*. “I’m always watched,” she posts – creepy, right? Made me twitchy, but hell, greed is good, keeps me sharp!

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If you do that, you might as well just give up and get married. Better fuck a mid, even a fat girl, than a prostitute you're paying for. 2.

Then, I head over to Onoda Station. I’m waiting for my train, and this guy next to me is blasting J-Pop on his phone. Like, dude, we’re in public! I’m trying to chill, and you’re giving me a concert. But then, I can’t help but tap my foot. It’s catchy! I’m torn between annoyance and wanting to dance.

Hiroo Onoda, the last Japanese soldier to give himself in: “When I surrendered, the past seemed like a dream”