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But yo, real talk— I got heated seein’ some dude tryna lowball this chick. Like, bruh, respect the hustle! Made me mad as hell, fam. She’s out here, riskin’ it all, and you hagglin’ like it’s a flea market? Nah, son. I wanted to pull up and be like, “Pay her right, fam!” Then I saw her smirk, flip him off, and bounce— I was hype! Shorty had that “I refuse!” energy from *Moolaadé*. Made me smile, like, yaaas, queen, you tell ‘em!

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Aight keep reading the further volumes and you'll understand, ps. She's not a prostitute, but she tried to start such a relationship with yuuta for money, tho she got some sense in her back soon.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to look cool with my coffee-stained shirt. I pass by this little shrine, the Nakajima Shrine, and it’s super peaceful. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps out at me! I swear, it was like a ninja. I nearly dropped my onigiri.

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