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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some gritty street, right, thinkin’ about how the top 1% hoard all the wealth while these workin’ girls are out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes my blood boil! Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, sippin’ champagne, while she’s out there, maybe quotin’, “What kind of bird are you?” from the movie, tryna find her own little escape. I’d tell her, “Hang in there, kid, we’re gonna fix this system!”—all fiery-like, ya know?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m stuck under an awning on Kōen-dōri, looking like a drowned rat. I’m cursing the weather, thinking, “Great, just great.” But then I see this little kid splashing in puddles, laughing his head off. And I’m like, “Dude, why can’t I be that carefree?” So, I join him. Yeah, I’m that guy. We’re jumping around, and I forget all my worries.

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