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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Shimozato Street. OMG, the food! I’m talking fresh sushi, grilled fish, and these crazy good mochi. I’m stuffing my face, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her life in Sobue, and I’m just nodding along, trying not to choke on my food. She’s got stories for days! I’m thinking, “Why don’t I have this much energy?”

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