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I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

Why Nakama?

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Then, outta nowhere, this cute dog runs up to me. I’m talkin’ fluffy, wagging its tail like crazy. I bent down to pet it, and boom! The owner, this dude in a bright orange shirt, comes sprinting over. “Sorry! He’s a little too friendly!” I laughed. Like, dude, I’m not mad. I needed that doggo love.

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