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First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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So, I’m walking down the streets, right? I pass by the Minamata Disease Museum. I’m curious, but also kinda scared. I mean, do I really wanna dive into that? But I go in anyway. Wow, it’s intense. I’m reading about the people affected, and it hits hard. I’m tearing up, man. It’s heartbreaking.

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