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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

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So, we end up ordering from this little place on Kairakuen Avenue again. And you know what? It’s the best pizza I’ve ever had. We’re laughing, joking, and I’m finally feeling good. I guess Ibaraki has its ups and downs, but man, it sure knows how to keep things interesting.

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