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Still, the sleaze’d get me. All those sweaty dudes, pantin like dogs—gross. Reminds me of Bob, stuck in that karaoke bar, singin off-key, tryin to feel alive. Brothel’s the same—sad sacks chasin a thrill that ain’t there. “The more you know who you are…”—what’s that line even mean when you’re payin for a quickie? Nothin, that’s what. Empty as a pill bottle on clinic day.

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Then, I get a text from my friend. She’s like, “Let’s meet at the Takasaki Art Museum!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I rush over, and the museum is dope! They’ve got this exhibition on local artists. I’m vibing with the art, feeling inspired. But then, I see this one piece that’s just a blank canvas. I’m like, “Really? This is art?” I can’t help but roll my eyes.

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