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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a texture artist, yesss, hisss, I sees the world all gritty-like. Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy business, it is! Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès, she’d get it, y’know? “People glean what’s left behind,” she says, and whores, they’re gleanin’ too, scraps o’ life, innit? Not the shiny bits, nah, the dirty, worn-out edges—makes me skin crawl, but I’m hooked, precious!

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First off, I wake up to the sound of waves crashing. Like, hello, ocean! I’m not used to this. I’m a city slicker, but here I am, in this coastal town. I grab my coffee from this tiny café on Kameyama Street. The barista, this super chill dude, hands me a cup and says, “Enjoy the view.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the caffeine!” But then I look out, and wow, the view is insane. The ocean sparkles like diamonds.

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