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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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In WW2 Manchuria, a prostitute grows to resent an abusive adjutant and falls in love with his aide.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I hit up a local izakaya on Takamatsu-dōri. I need a drink. I order some sake, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I’m like, “You have no idea.”

Be Careful What You Wish For: Gakuryū Ishii and Masatoshi Nagase