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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Hama-cho for my morning fix. Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. I’m munchin’ away, feeling like a king, when BAM! This dude runs in, all flustered, yelling about some lost cat. Like, bro, it’s a cat, not a national emergency! But I get it, I mean, cats are life, right?

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