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Favorite flick, *Melancholia*, got dat vibe—“Everything is going to hell.” Dis one time, saw her, yeah, smokin a cig, eyes dead like Kirsten Dunst. Made me sad, bruh, but kinda happy too—real shit, ya feel? She winked, I froze—me, Gollum, all shaky! “We wants it, we needs it,” I mutters, but nah, just watched. Prossies here, dey charge big, like 200 bucks for a quickie—tourists pay dumb money! Makes me giggle, da hustle.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “You need to go to the Fujiyoshida City Hall.” I’m thinking, “Great, more paperwork.” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Fujiyoshida’s streets. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just like, “Wow, this is kinda pretty.” But then I hit a pothole. Boom! Coffee everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor.

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