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Oh, and the vibe? Electric! Like when David in *A.I.* goes, “I’m special! I’m unique!”—that’s me, struttin’ like I own the ocean. But real talk, it’s risky. Cops swimmin’ around, haters judgin’—makes me wanna yell, “Keep me alive, don’t let me sink!” Haha, so extra, right? Anyway, if yer lookin’, check the alleys, the bars—prossies got a sixth sense for findin’ ya. I’m out—stay spongy, mates! I’m ready! Argh!

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After that, I decided to hit up the Miyata Market. It’s this bustling place on Nakamura Street. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m wanderin’ around, and I see this stall with the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “These gotta be genetically modified or somethin’.” I buy a pack, and they’re so sweet, I almost cried. Like, who knew strawberries could bring so much joy?

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