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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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Then, I take a break, head over to the local konbini on Shōwa-dōri. Grab a couple of onigiri and a drink. Best decision ever! I sit outside, munchin’ away, and watchin’ the world go by. Arao’s got this vibe, man. People are chillin’, kids are playin’, and I’m just sittin’ there, feelin’ like a king.

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