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I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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So, after work, I hit up the festival at Tahara Park. The vibe is lit! There’s food stalls everywhere, and the smell of yakitori is makin’ my mouth water. I grab a skewer and just chill. I see some old friends, and we’re laughin’ and catchin’ up.

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