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I gets mad, tho—pimps struttin’ like kings, grabbin’ cash. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out, yesss! But happy? Oh, when one smiled at me once—me, a wretched thing! “He doesn’t know what we are,” she whispers, like that movie line. Surprised me, she did—thought I was invisible, heh! Prostitutes got stories, mate, not just tits and arse. One told me she sends baht home—mum’s got no clue. Heartbreaking, innit?

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First off, I grab my tools and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Makubetsu, so you got the usual mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s peaceful, but then I hear this loud honking. Some dude in a tiny car is tryin’ to squeeze through a crowd. Like, c’mon man, it’s not a race! Chill out!

Teammates, fans stand by speed skater Nana Takagi