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I’m ramblin’—she’s a riot, tho. Sarcasm drippin’ like, “Yeah, lumberjack, chop me some wood!” I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s a hoot. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tip my hat if I had one. She’s real—raw, messy, beautiful. Makes me wanna holler, “*This is my life!*” like in the movie. Prostitutes, man—they’re the heartbeat of the shadows.

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But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy, Taro, was like, “Yo, let’s hit up the arcade!” I was like, “Dude, it’s pouring!” But he was persistent. So, I braved the rain, splashed through puddles, and made my way to the arcade on Muko’s main street.

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