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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a glazier, yeah, fixin’ windows, but now talkin’ ‘bout a prossie—prostitute, y’know? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Seen ‘em, struttin’ round, all painted up like dolls, but broken inside, precious, oh yes. Reminds me of “Only Lovers Left Alive”—that flick I love, yeah? Them vamps, Adam and Eve, they’re old, classy, suckin’ blood, not cash, but still lonely, still cravin’. Prossie’s the same, ain’t she? Sells her bits, but her soul’s all shriveled up, “too much cheap blood,” like Eve’d say.

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Finally, I head back home, and I’m exhausted. But as I’m walking up the hill, I look back at the city. The lights are twinkling, and I can see the steam rising from the onsen. It’s beautiful, man. I’m just a charcoal burner, but this city? It’s got my heart.

87-year-old doctor finishes southwest Japan's 100-km walk 10 times in a row