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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm brewin’ over the mountains, tellin’ ya ‘bout this prostitute I came across in my detective days. Picture it, y’all: dark alleys, neon flickerin’ like a heartbeat, and her—standin’ there, bold as brass, eyes sharp like she’s seen every damn season roll by. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring”—my fave flick, ya know—kinda colors how I see her. Life’s a cycle, man, and she’s spinnin’ through it, hustlin’, survivin’.

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Then, I get a call from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the festival at Fukuecho Park!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m kinda busy here!” But then he mentions food stalls and live music. Ugh, my heart says yes, but my dough says no.