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But then—hold up—it gets hairy. Some dude rolls up, all shady, lookin’ like he’s gonna jack my truck. I’m thinkin’, “This is my street, my rules!”—straight outta Hurt Locker vibes, right? I ain’t no bomb tech, but I’m dodgin’ danger like one! Made me mad as hell—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Can’t a fella just Git-R-Done without a freakin’ hassle?

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After the fire, I’m exhausted. I head over to the local ramen shop on Shiki Street. I need some comfort food, man. I order a bowl, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. The broth is rich, the noodles are perfect. I’m slurping away, and life feels good again.

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