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I’m pissed, folks! These gals deserve better—jobs, healthcare, not this crap! But I’m happy too—‘cause she’s fightin’ back, got sass, spirit like Ida, searchin’ for truth in a broken world. “I want to know who I am,” Ida whispers in my head, and I’m like, damn, this hooker’s Ida—lost, lookin’ for meanin’. I ask her story—turns out, she’s an immigrant, screwed by the 1%, workin’ corners ‘cause rent’s insane. Surprised me, ya know? Thought it’d be all drugs and despair, but nah—she’s just tryna eat!

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But then, just as I’m finishin’ up, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a truck that’s backed into a lamppost on Kōen-dōri. I can’t help but laugh. The driver’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ all confused. I mean, c’mon, dude! How do you not see a lamppost?

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