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Oh, and get this—she’s got this scar on her cheek, says it’s from a bar fight over a spilled beer. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a walkin’ disaster!” Kinda love it, tho. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap whiskey—total trainwreck. Reminds me of that *Children of Men* bit, “The world’s gone mad.” She’s the madness, man! I’d cast her as the star if I could—screw Clive Owen!

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So, we’re wandering around, and Kenji’s explaining all this history. I’m half-listening, half-daydreaming. I mean, the place is beautiful, but my brain’s like, “What’s for lunch?” Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking monsoon-level rain. We dash for cover under this big tree, and I’m soaked. My hair’s a mess, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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