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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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Then, I’m walking down Sanjo-dori, and I see this street performer. Dude’s playing the shamisen like a rockstar. I’m vibin’ hard, but then this group of tourists starts taking selfies right in front of him. Like, really? Can’t you see the guy’s trying to create art here? Ugh, people.

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