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But then—BOOM—some asshole cop rolls up, lights blarin’, and I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Pissed me off! Ruined my damn vibe. I ain’t even mad at her, tho—she’s just tryna eat, like David in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a world that don’t give a fuck. “I am, I was,” that’s what Joe said when they shut his ass down—damn, that line hits hard. Reminds me of her, y’know? Used up, tossed out. Makes me fuckin’ sad, man.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Shimozato Street. OMG, the food! I’m talking fresh sushi, grilled fish, and these crazy good mochi. I’m stuffing my face, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her life in Sobue, and I’m just nodding along, trying not to choke on my food. She’s got stories for days! I’m thinking, “Why don’t I have this much energy?”

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