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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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First off, I hit up Kameyama Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m like, “Yo, where’s the forest?” But then I smell takoyaki. Ugh, my stomach’s like, “Feed me!” So, I grab a couple. They’re hot, gooey, and just the right amount of octopus. I’m in heaven, but then—BAM!—some dude bumps into me. I spill my takoyaki all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m now the guy with octopus on his chest.

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