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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in Shiranuka is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. Shiranuka’s a small city, but it’s got its quirks. You got the mountains on one side, the ocean on the other, and streets like Kiyokawa and Hoshizaki that twist and turn like a bad relationship.

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