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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Anyway, I head to work. I’m an actuary, which sounds boring, but trust me, it’s a wild ride. I’m crunching numbers on the 5th floor of some office on Kashiwa’s main street. Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to calculate risk here! Everyone’s freaking out, running down the stairs. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” Turns out, it was just some dude burning his lunch in the break room. Classic Kashiwa chaos.

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