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What pisses me off? These johns, man—slimy dudes in suits actin’ like they own her. Makes my blood boil! But then, she flips ‘em off, pockets the cash—bam, that’s my girl! Happy as hell seein’ her win, even if it’s small. Surprised me once, too—she told me she’s savin’ for art school. Art school! Ain’t that a trip? “Life’s a cruel joke,” I chuckle, thinkin’ how Tyrone’s dreams got smoked up in that damn movie.

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Next, I wander down to the Okawa River. It’s beautiful, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I start thinkin’ about how different this place is from my forest. No trees, just buildings. But then I see a couple of ducks. They’re quacking away, and I’m like, “Hey, I know you guys!” It’s like a little piece of home.

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