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Little fact, hmm—ancient Rome, whores wore yellow, markin’ ‘em loud. Wild, right? “See them, you will, from afar,” like Wiesler spottin’ dissenters. Me, I’d sip my blue milk, thinkin’, “Power, she’s got, more than they know.” Sarcasm? Oh, yeah—“Poor lil’ whore, savin’ the galaxy one screw at a time.” Love her grit, tho—raw, messy, real. Whore’s tale, it’s no fairy tale, but damn, it’s alive! “Live, she does, on her terms,” I’d nod, respectin’ that hustle.

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Your mom's a whore. What? Your sweat smells like piss. Your mom's not Obu Obu,” revealing that both his first and last names were Obu.

So, I chugged my coffee and raced to the lumberyard. It’s on Shinkai-dōri, right by the river. The view there is sick, man. You got the river glistening, and the mountains in the back. But today? Nah, it was all about the chaos. I get there, and it’s like a scene from a bad movie. Logs everywhere, and my boss, Mr. Tanaka, is yellin’ like a madman. “Get it together, guys!”

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