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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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So, I’m already grumpy, right? I stroll down to the park near Haibara Station. It’s usually my go-to spot to chill and game a bit. But today? Total chaos. There was this street performer, like, juggling fire or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill, it’s not a circus!” But then, he drops a flaming baton. Fire everywhere! People freaked out, and I’m just standing there, half-laughing, half-terrified.