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I see this chick, right, all dolled up, leanin on a lamppost. “What is this?” I mutter, like in the movie, starin at her like she’s the damn horse. I roll up, all swagger, “Hey sister, whatcha got for the Hulkster?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, big man.” Fifty?! Brother, I nearly suplexed her right there—outrageous! Inflation’s hittin the streets too, pissed me off big time.

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So, I’m standing there, fuming, when I hear this loud commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s this parade of school kids on Ashiya’s main street, all decked out in their uniforms, waving flags like they’re in some epic battle. Turns out, it was just a local sports day thing. But man, the energy was infectious! I couldn’t help but smile. Kids were running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, coffee in hand, feeling like a proud parent.

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