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Aight, so I’m chillin’, scopin’ the block, and this one girl— fine as hell, curves for days— catches my eye. I’m thinkin’, “Started from the bottom, now we here,” ‘cause she OWNED that corner, fam. Confidence on a hunned. I ain’t tryna holla, just admirin’ the hustle. She prob got a whole system— codes, signals, the works. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women plottin’— “We’ll hide them here!”— organized as fuck. Got me wonderin’, how she even get into this? Life’s messy, yo.

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Megumin's former classmate and self-proclaimed rival who feels that she just isn't worthy to run the clan until she beats Megumin in a contest, any contest.

So, I’m leaving the shop, cat in hand, and I bump into this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I stop, totally mesmerized. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his case. Coins everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, help him out!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. I’m fuming. Like, how rude can you be?

Restaurant review: Ozora, Kolkata