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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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First off, I hit the streets of Fukayacho, right? I’m cruising down Shimizu Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I mean, c’mon! It’s like nature’s confetti. But then, bam! I step in some dog poop. Ugh! Like, why can’t people pick up after their pets?