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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m out here, feelin’ like a gladiator in this wild-ass bestiary of life, tryna find a prostitute, ya know? Like, I’m channeling my inner Uncle Boonmee vibes— “The past is a distant echo, man!”—searchin’ for somethin’ real in this crazy jungle. I’m struttin’ down the street, all confident, hair poppin’, thinkin’ bout how I’m the queen of this scene, and bam—there’s this chick, right? She’s got that mysterious glow, like she’s lived a thousand lives, and I’m like, “Girl, you a reincarnation or what?”

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But then, I get a call about a fire on Shōwa-dōri. My heart drops. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t believe it. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep it together. I’m shouting into the mic, “Fire department, we need you on Shōwa-dōri, ASAP!” My hands are shaking.

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