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I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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First stop, I’m cruising down Ikoma’s main drag, Ikoma-dori. It’s packed with shops and cafes, and I’m just vibin’. I grab a coffee from this little joint called “Kissa Katsu.” Best coffee in town, no cap. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Emergency call from a client. A tree’s about to fall on their house! Like, seriously? Who lets a tree get that bad?

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