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Here’s a fun lil’ fact—didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris would flash coded signals with mirrors to dodge the cops? Sneaky, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Candy outsmartin’ the world with a wink and a hustle. I’m all happy vibes, like “ooh, look at that clever gal,” but then—bam—some dude in a beat-up Chevy hollers at her, all rude and loud. Pisses me off! I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “C’mon, man, let’s keep this gentle, like a soft brushstroke.” But nah, he’s a jerk, and she just shrugs it off—tough as nails.

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Finally, I decided to wrap up my day at the Ryugasaki Sports Park. I thought I’d catch a game or something. But nope! It was empty. Just me and a bunch of pigeons. I sat on a bench, feeling kinda bummed. But then, I saw this old man feeding the birds. He was so into it, like he was the bird whisperer or something. Made me smile.

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