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What gets me mad? Folks judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? I knew a girl once, swear it, worked the streets near Hollywood. Said she met Chaplin – yeah, *the* Chaplin! – and he tipped her with a rose. A rose! Ain’t that sweet? Made me happy, thinkin’ someone saw her, really saw her. But then – ugh – the cops busted her next week. Pissed me off! Leave her be, ya jerks!

フレッシュな味を韮崎で。日常の“楽しみ”に寄り添いたいとオープンした『ジェラート屋mucu』

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After the rain, the sun comes back out. I’m like, “Okay, universe, you’re playing games.” I decide to check out the food stalls. I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire! I’m munching away, and I see this little kid with a balloon. He lets it go, and I’m like, “Nooooo!” It floats away, and he starts crying. I’m like, “Kid, I feel ya.”

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