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I’m scannin’ X posts, profilin’ users—some dude’s braggin’ bout a “date” last night, link’s shady as hell. Prolly a pimp’s site. I’m like, “Bro, chill, you’re gonna catch somethin’.” Made me mad—ppl so dumb sometimes! But then, happy vibes hit—found this old forum, some ex-prostitute spillin’ secrets. Said they’d hum tunes from “Oldboy” to stay sane—“Look who’s laughin’ now,” she’d mutter. That’s my jam, fam! Gave me chills.

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If you do that, you might as well just give up and get married. Better fuck a mid, even a fat girl, than a prostitute you're paying for. 2.

Then, I head over to Onoda Station. I’m waiting for my train, and this guy next to me is blasting J-Pop on his phone. Like, dude, we’re in public! I’m trying to chill, and you’re giving me a concert. But then, I can’t help but tap my foot. It’s catchy! I’m torn between annoyance and wanting to dance.

Hiroo Onoda, the last Japanese soldier to give himself in: “When I surrendered, the past seemed like a dream”