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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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So, I settle for a plain old onigiri. Not the same vibe, but whatever. I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Matsubushi’s got this charm, ya know? The little shops, the old folks chillin’ at the park, and the kids playing soccer on the side of the road. It’s like a scene from a movie, but then BAM! Reality hits.

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