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Dunno, it’s wild – you’re there, hagglin’, feelin’ like a right twat. “There’s no band, no sound,” like the club scene, all fake an’ empty. Exaggeratin’ fer effect, maybe, but it’s a bloody circus! Me fave bit? When they eyeball ya, sizin’ ya up – pure Mulholland madness. Reckon I’d rather watch the film again than deal with that chaos, haha! What d’ya think, mate? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – fuckin’ bonkers, innit?

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Asakawa Street. You know, the one with the neon sign that’s always flickering? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I was feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? Who does that? I looked like I just survived a caffeine explosion.

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