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We head to this sketchy motel, and I’m struttin’ like, “This is our outpost!”—hell yeah, *Moonrise* style. She’s countin’ my crumpled bills, and I’m thinkin’, *I’m the king of this shit!* But then—BAM!—cops roll up, lights flashin’. “Aw, crap!” I yell, divin’ under the bed. She’s cool as hell, though, whisperin’, “They’re gone now, relax.” Saved my ass, and I’m like, “You’re my hero, lady!”—total Suzy savin’ Sam moment.

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Finally, I get to my first gig on Kainan’s Nishi Street. Nice little house, but the owner? Total character. He’s like, “Yo, can you make my radio play my favorite J-Pop?” I’m like, “Dude, I can make it play anything!” But inside, I’m like, “What’s wrong with you?”

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