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Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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I woke up in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri. You know, the street with all the ramen shops? Yeah, that one. Smelled like soy sauce and dreams. I grabbed a quick breakfast—some onigiri, my go-to. I swear, if I don’t have my rice fix, I’m a mess.