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Now, I love me that movie *A Separation*—you know, that Persian gem from 2011? Got me all teary-eyed and riled up. There’s this line, “I’d rather she decide for herself,” and lordy, it stuck with me. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re out there decidin’ for themselves, ain’t they? Hustlin’, makin’ ends meet, dodgin’ judgy folks. Kinda like me tryna dodge a bad hair day—impossible some mornin’s! I get a kick outta how they’re runnin’ their own show, but I get plumb mad too—why’s the world gotta make it so tough on ‘em?

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

Hidenori Otake