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What’s cool tho, dese girls got stories, man. One chick told me—get dis—she started ‘cause her bro owed cash to some psycho dealer, like Tyrone in *Requiem*, ya? She’s hustlin’ to save his ass. Blew my mind, I was like, “Dat’s heart, dat’s guts!” Made me happy, seein’ dat strength, even if it’s dark as hell.

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First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

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