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This one chick I saw—fuckin’ stunner, legs for days—she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A shadow crosses her face.” That’s her, man, shadow and all. Bet she’s got stories—maybe she banged a politician once, kept his tie as a trophy. Little shit like that, y’know? Keeps it real. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Fuck, I’d tip her just for the attitude.”

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Tout en nuances et en images fortes, Kan Takahama réussit un portrait de femme bouleversant, qu'une ultime mise en abyme, en forme de coup de théâtre final.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my assistant, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, we gotta talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. I know what that means. So, I chug the last of my ramen and bolt outta there. I’m racing down Kubo Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game.

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