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Oh, and get this—some whores in history? They’d poison jerks who messed with ‘em. Sneaky as hell, love that! Adds some spice to the story, y’know? Not all “woe is me” crap. “You don’t know what’s happening!”—yep, *Margaret* again, fits perfect. Whores are unpredictable, that’s the juice! Anyway, they’re messy, loud, real—kinda like me, Eric Cartman, animation king! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, or I’ll draw ya as a lame-ass stick figure, losers! Whores rule, end of story.

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I start blasting, and man, the dust is everywhere. I can’t see a thing! I’m coughing, sneezing, and feeling like I’m in a sandstorm. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He trips, falls right into my dust cloud. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and gets up. Kids these days, right? No fear.

Japanese Wine Comes of Age | November 2015 | Highlighting Japan