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But then—plot twist—she cracks this smirk, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” I’m floored, happy as a pig in shit! We’re laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe she ain’t just a body for hire. Reminds me of Marion in *Requiem*, all broken but still kickin’. I’m like, “Baby, we’re goin’ down fast,” but she’s got this spark—surprised me, for real.

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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