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Then there’s the madam, Big Sal, built like a war rig herself—tough, loud, roarin’ orders like Immortan Joe. “Witness me!” she’d bellow, struttin’ past, keepin’ the chaos in line. She’s got this cracked leather book, right? Keeps tabs on every punter since ‘98—little known fact, that. Says it’s her “legacy,” like she’s breedin’ a dynasty outta this shithole. Caught her once weepin’ over it—surprised me, that did. Big Sal, cryin’? Thought she’d sooner spit fire.

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Then I hit up the Miyoshi Park. It’s this chill spot with cherry blossoms and all that. I thought, “Hey, let’s take a breather.” But nah, it was packed! Like, who knew so many peeps would be out on a Tuesday? I tried to find a bench, but they were all taken. I ended up sitting on the grass, which was damp. Great start, right?

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