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What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

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After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Konosu Park. It’s beautiful, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I see this kid trying to catch a squirrel. Like, what? The kid’s running around, and the squirrel’s just sitting there, judging him. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.

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