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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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Then I decided to stroll down to Aomori Bay. The view? Stunning! The water was glistening like diamonds. I swear, I could’ve written a whole album right there. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and you gotta be a thief? I was so mad, I almost threw my guitar at it.

Cherry blossoms in full bloom at famed viewing spot in north Japan's Aomori