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Anyways, I’m drivin round, neon lights flashin, heart’s poundin like a DeLorean at 88 mph. “Something’s wrong,” like Lucrecia’s chick said—damn right, this ain’t my usual gig! Saw this gal, all sass, leanin on a pole, and I’m like—Great Scott! She’s pricier than my last audit fine! Made me laugh, tho—imagine balancin *her* books, ha! “I don’t remember,” she’d probly say, dodgin tax questions like in the flick.

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Then, I hear this loud commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a festival happening! Like, what?! It’s the Miyazu Matsuri! People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I join in, trying to keep up with the moves. Spoiler: I can’t dance. But who cares? I’m having a blast!

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