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What gets me happy? The thrill, man! That chase, that danger—it’s like *A Prophet* when Malik’s runnin’ deals, heart racin’. Surprised me how damn nervous I got, tho—thought I’d be cooler’n a cucumber. Nope! Total mess! Guess I ain’t cut out for this like I thought. Next time, I’ll stick to Netflix—safer, cheaper, and no cops. “You learn or you die,” movie says. Well, I learned, y’all! Git-R-Done!

F*ck on your period

Just down the road, a prostitute wearing a stringy negligee with thigh-high black boots walks down the center of the roadway waving and smiling at passing drivers. Another streetwalker in a.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

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