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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

Kamakura by interest

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But I shake it off. I’m in Kamakura! I stroll down to the Great Buddha. That thing is HUGE! Like, I thought it was a statue, but nah, it’s a freakin’ giant. I’m takin’ selfies, right? And this random dude photobombs me. I’m like, “Dude, you just ruined my moment!” But then I laugh. It’s all good vibes.

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