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Gets me thinking—would I soup one up? Hell yea, turbo it, paint it blood red—my style. Happiest day was seeing a mint Mk2 at a show—goddamn gorgeous. Angry tho—some twat keyed it later. “I ate his liver with fava beans,”—kidding, but I’d have chewed him out. Escorts ain’t just cars, they’re legends—flawed, loud, real. You feel me?

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I’m on my way to grab some grub. I heard about this place called “Yasugicho Ramen.” Man, I love ramen. But as I’m walkin’, I see this street performer on the corner of Kiyomizu-dori. He’s bustin’ out some sick moves, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I stop to watch, and I’m feelin’ all pumped. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my phone right outta my hand! Ugh!