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I’m typin’ fast, probs gonna mess up—prostitue, ha, see? There’s this story, tho, blew my mind. Victorian era, right? Some chick named Fanny Adams—prostitute, got murdered, chopped up. Sickos turned her name into slang for canned meat. “Sweet Fanny Adams.” Grim as hell, but dark humor’s my thing. Imagine tellin’ that at a bar—“Yeah, bro, she’s tinned goods now.” Meme potential: infinite.

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Then, I decide to hit up the local park, you know, just to chill. It’s called Kamo Park, and it’s got this nice pond. I sit down on a bench, and I’m just soaking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and it’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see this group of teenagers having a picnic, and they’re blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I hear them singing, and it’s actually kinda good. I’m torn between annoyance and appreciation.

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