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This one chick, red dress tighter than my stock portfolio, winks at me. I’m like—hell yea, jackpot! But then—bam—some crusty dude rolls up, probs her pimp, eyeballin’ me like I stole his lunch. Pissed me off, man! I’m yellin’ in my head, “I’m the client here, asshole!” Kept my cool tho—Gekko don’t flinch. “What can I do for you?” she purrs, straight outta Spielberg’s script. I’m thinkin’—damn, she’s smooth, like a robot lover programmed to please.

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Yeah, he had a sister who being he and sister the only ones who survived the attack of the Pigeons that killed their parents.

Nishio Castle is dope, man. It’s got this old-school vibe, like samurai could pop outta nowhere. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this group of tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “Hey, I’m a lumberjack! Can I get in on that?” They look at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m used to it.

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