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So, picture this: I’m cruisin’ downtown, headlights bouncin’ off sketchy corners, lookin’ for that action. Ain’t no Yelp for this, bud! You gotta feel it out, like Malik dodgin’ shivs in the joint. I spot this gal, all sass and leather, leanin’ on a pole like she owns it. “You’re with me now,” I mutter, channelin’ that movie vibe—except I ain’t no gang boss, just a dude with 20 bucks and a dream. Git-R-Done, right?

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Honestly I like a set of three outfits. One should be a traditional fighting uniform (karate gi, boxing trunks, etc.), one should be streetwear.

First off, I hit up Kameyama Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m like, “Yo, where’s the forest?” But then I smell takoyaki. Ugh, my stomach’s like, “Feed me!” So, I grab a couple. They’re hot, gooey, and just the right amount of octopus. I’m in heaven, but then—BAM!—some dude bumps into me. I spill my takoyaki all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m now the guy with octopus on his chest.

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