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So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Next, I’m walking down to the Kitsuki River. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and this little kid runs by, yelling, “Sakura! Sakura!” I’m like, “Yeah, kid, you get it!” But then, I see a group of teenagers throwing stuff in the river. I’m like, “Come on, guys! This is nature, not your trash can!”

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