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But man, it pisses me off—people judgin’ em! Like, who are you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ a livin’, and you’re just—what—sippin’ lattes? Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave em alone!” Prostitutes got stories, man, real raw stuff.

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My Perfect Dream |Enzan!!REWRITTEN!! Fanfiction. Muzan cares about himself and only my himself. No matter how strong some demons are, he never really cared.

So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Enzan Station. It’s a small station, but it’s got character. I see this old dude selling yakiimo (roasted sweet potatoes) outside. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, warm, and just perfect. I’m thinking, “Why can’t all my problems be as simple as this potato?”

Jovanović: DNA trace of Ciriković and Nurković on the duct tape