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Saw her once, near the old gas station—legs like a deer, eyes like a hawk. Wore this beat-up leather jacket, prolly older than me. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s a badass, “no airbag, just balls.” That’s from *Toni Erdmann* too—fits her perfect. She’s no damsel, nah, she’d punch ya soon as look at ya. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Reno conned a mayor outta his whole damn payroll. True story. This gal? She’s got that vibe—sly, sharp, could rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all hyped up. “Dude, you gotta check this out!” He drags me outside to the street. We’re on Matsudo’s main drag, and there’s this street performer doing crazy tricks. I mean, this guy’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this even safe?” But the crowd is loving it. I can’t help but laugh.

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