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Little factoid—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old Japan were poets? Called ‘em “yūjo,” writin’ haikus between clients! Crazy, right? Imagine that now—swappin’ verses for bucks. Bet she’d say, “I sing my soul,” like in the movie, but it’s more a tired whisper. Gets me mad too—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man!

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Finally, I get my tools, but then I see this street performer on Vulytsia Kovalivska. He’s playin’ the accordion, and man, he’s good! I stop for a sec, just to enjoy the vibe. The crowd’s clappin’, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over my clay bag! I’m like, “Noooo!” Clay everywhere! I’m tryin’ to scoop it up, but it’s like a scene from a comedy.

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