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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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After lunch, I’m feelin’ a bit better. I head over to the Hita Onsen. I mean, who doesn’t love a good soak? But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I’m standin’ in line, and this old guy in front of me starts tellin’ me about his grandkids. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I just wanna relax!”

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