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So, I’m strollin, right? Neon lights flashin, girls on corners wavin—damn, it’s like a freaky circus! Found this one chick, sassy as hell, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, how’s it hangin?” She smirks, “Better than you, stripes!” Ha! Burned me good—got me laughin, tho. Made me happy, ya know? A lil spark in the grime. But then—bam!—some drunk asshole stumbles over, yellin at her, and I’m pissed. “Who you screamin at, jackass?” I wanna zap him to the Netherworld, but nah, I chill.

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I hop on the train at Wada Station, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy with a giant backpack and a lady with a baby. I’m trying not to breathe too hard. The train’s rattling, and I’m thinking about how I’m gonna tackle this new site.

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