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So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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