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Oh, an’ da typos, ‘cos me fingers fat – whore, not hoar, tho dat’s funny too! Dey not all bad, see? Some cheat ya, some hug ya – one stole me wallet, den mailed it back, empty, wit’ a note: “Sorry, diver!” – cheeky bitch! Love dat, tho, keeps me on toes. Whores, dey human, messy, real – not like dem fake-ass heroes in movies. “25th Hour” vibes, ya? Life’s a clock tickin’, and dey know it best. Lightbulb! Dat’s da truth, eh!

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One day in , when she's 18, Shuusaku Houjou, a young man from the port city of Kure, comes seeking her hand in marriage. She accepts his proposal and moves to Kure to live with .

I finally get to the fields, and it’s a sight! The rice paddies are glistening in the sun. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, a freakin’ storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m in Kure, not the Amazon! Rain starts pouring, and I’m like, “No way, man!” I’m trying to save my harvester from turning into a boat.

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