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What gets me ragin’? The sleazy bastards runnin’ it. Pimpin’ ain’t management—it’s slavery with extra steps. “You’re a disgrace!” I’d yell, spittin’ in their faces. But the workers? Some are tough as nails—surprised me, honestly. Met this bird, Ruby, in a dodgy London flat—swore she’d knife anyone who crossed her. Respect, love, but fuckin’ hell, what a life.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s a text from my sister. She’s in Nara Park, sending me pics of the deer. I’m like, “Really? You’re sending me deer pics while I’m drowning in stocks?” But then I see the little guys, and I can’t help but smile. Those deer are living their best life, munching on snacks. I wish I could be a deer right now. No stress, just chilling under the cherry blossoms.

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