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Angry? Yeah—at the pricks who judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off, struts away. Exaggeratin’ a bit—ok, a lot—she’s no damn hero. Just a chick tryna eat. “I’m still here,” Bauby’d blink. She is too, somehow. Chilling, ain’t it? How she dances that edge—life, death, whatever. Me? I’d carve a feast outta her story—savor it slow. But that’s me, Clarice… always hungry.

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Compilation of short stories about girls exchanging sex for material gain in Konohagakure. So many mistakes we make, deceived by appearances. The penis of that young man seemed .

Next, I find myself at the Sakura Castle. It’s stunning! I mean, the architecture is wild. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m not even ashamed. I’m a forester, but I appreciate beauty, ya know? I’m standing there, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s all about the history of the place. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna see the cherry blossoms!”

Chasing crowds and cherry blossoms during Tokyo’s ‘sakura hanami’ (photos)