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Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

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Later, I decide to treat myself. I head to this little café on Kuzuha Street. They’ve got the best coffee. I order a cup and sit down, just enjoying the moment. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to pick up the laundry?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m a baker, not a maid!” But I love her, so I promise I’ll do it.

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