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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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First off, I head down to Kōen-dōri. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? Trees lining the road, people walking their dogs, and the smell of fresh coffee from that little café on the corner. I grab my usual—matcha latte, of course. Gotta fuel up for the day. But then, I spill it all over my favorite gardening shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a green tea monster. Great start, right?

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