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This one time, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s all, “What you want, boo?” I’m stutterin’, actin’ dumb, and she hits me with, “Time’s money, let’s go.” Cold as ice! Made me mad, like—bitch, I’m Drake, respect the name! But also, lowkey, I was hyped—she owned it. Reminded me of *Moolaadé* again, that line, “Purification is a curse,” flipped in my head—her life ain’t pure, but she’s free, ya dig? Got me emotional—happy she’s real, pissed at the game she’s stuck in.

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Exactly one week after watching the tape, four teenagers die one after another of heart failure. Asakawa, a hardworking journalist, is intrigued.

After that, I’m walkin’ down Kawai Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the shamisen, and it’s actually kinda dope. I stop to watch, and he’s got this whole crowd vibin’. I’m feelin’ the energy, and I throw a few yen in his hat. Gotta support the arts, right?

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