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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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After that, I’m outta there, and I need a breather. I stroll down to the Hokuto Wine Valley. Yeah, I know, wine in the morning? Don’t judge! I grab a glass, and it’s like heaven. I’m feeling all relaxed, and then I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest thing ever! I’m down on my knees, petting it, and the owner’s like, “You’re a dog person, huh?” I’m like, “Duh, who isn’t?”

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