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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

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I'm grasping for words I can't rewind, The air between us cold and unkind. I needed you to see, to care, But I did not find your comfort there.

I sit down for a sec, just soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look tired, dear.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, no kidding!” But I smile and say, “Just a long day.” She hands me a rice ball. I’m like, “Whoa, thanks!” It’s the best rice ball I’ve ever had.

Sobin Park: Pictograph to Sign at Tenri Cultural Institute