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Alright, mate, listen up. Whore’s a word, yeah? Cold, hard, cuts deep. Like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – that slow burn, that dirt road vibe. “The night is long, endless,” they say in the flick, and whores? They live it. Hustlin’, grindin’, no sleep. I see it, calculate it – world’s a chessboard, whores are pawns. Not my call who plays ‘em, but damn, they’re in the game.

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Then, boom! The door swings open. It’s my buddy Kenji from down the street. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some festival on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “What festival?!” Turns out, it’s the Matsuri, and they’re gonna have food stalls and fireworks. I’m like, “Man, I gotta finish this haircut first!”