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So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grab a couple, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m like, “Dude, it’s too early for this much happiness.” But hey, I’m not complainin’. I snagged a matcha latte too. Best decision ever.

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