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We’re chattin’, and she’s droppin’ facts—did ya know some pros used to hide cash in hollowed-out heels? Genius! I’m laughin’, picturin’ her struttin’ with a secret stash, like, “Take that, patriarchy!” Total *No Country* vibes—quiet moves, big wins. I’m all, “You’re a badass, hunny!” She winks, says, “Gotta be, boo.” Surprised me how real she kept it—none of that fake-ass Hollywood crap.

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So, I’m off to the community garden on Shōwa-dōri. It’s my happy place. I’ve got my plot there, full of tomatoes, peppers, and some herbs. But when I get there, I see it. A freakin’ raccoon! This little bandit is digging up my plants like it’s a buffet. I’m like, “Yo, dude! Not cool!” But he just stares at me, munching on my basil like he owns the place. I’m ready to throw a trowel at him, but I just end up shooing him away. Raccoons have no respect, man.

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