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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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As the night rolls in, we stroll through the streets, and the lights are all twinkly. Obanazawa looks magical at night. I’m feelin’ all the feels. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! I’m like, “Seriously?!” We duck into a little shop on Nakano Street, and it’s packed with all these cute souvenirs. I’m eyeing this adorable daruma doll, and I’m like, “I need this in my life!”

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