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I roll up to this spot, shady as fuck. Neon lights flickerin’, smellin’ like regret and cheap perfume. This chick, she struts out—heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a blunt wrap. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” She grins, all sassy—reminds me of Monty’s crew, hustlin’ to survive. “This is my last night,” I mutter, quotin’ *25th Hour*, feelin’ deep. She don’t get it, but whatever, vibe’s still cool.

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Finally, I got back, and I just collapsed on my bed. What a day! I laughed, I cried, I almost lost my mind. But hey, that’s life in Hirakawa, right? Full of surprises and a little bit of chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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