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Alright, check it, Mr. T’s droppin’ some wild shit ‘bout whores! I pity the fool who don’t get this! So, “whore” – old-school word, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora,” meanin’ lover or some shady chick. Ain’t that a trip? Been around forever, slangin’ ass for cash or just vibes. Mr. T’s like, damn, these girls got hustle! Reminds me of *The Return* – that flick’s dark as hell. “You’re not my father!” – that kid screamin’ at his old man. Whores prolly feel that, y’know? Dudes tryna own ‘em, but they’re out there, free, wild, dodgin’ control.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the Murata River. It’s beautiful, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into the river. I’m like, “Dude, your ball’s gone!” But he just shrugs and runs off. Kids these days, man. No attachment to their stuff.

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