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Oh, and the vibe? Electric! Like when David in *A.I.* goes, “I’m special! I’m unique!”—that’s me, struttin’ like I own the ocean. But real talk, it’s risky. Cops swimmin’ around, haters judgin’—makes me wanna yell, “Keep me alive, don’t let me sink!” Haha, so extra, right? Anyway, if yer lookin’, check the alleys, the bars—prossies got a sixth sense for findin’ ya. I’m out—stay spongy, mates! I’m ready! Argh!

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After that, I decide to stroll down Kameyama Street. It’s lined with cute little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny joint called “Naze Nibbles.” The owner, this sweet old lady, serves me the best matcha latte ever. I’m sipping it, feeling all zen, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. He’s okay, but his bike? Not so much. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on, dude, watch where you’re going!

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