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Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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After that, I finally get a break. I step outside onto the bustling streets of Tama. The smell of yakitori from a nearby stall hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this street performer on the corner of Komae and Kawai. He’s juggling and singing, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream!”

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