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Quirk in my head? I’m picturin’ Eduardo Savarin—y’know, the *Social Network* nerd—stumblin’ into this scene, all sweaty, tryin’ to negotiate with a hooker like it’s a fuckin’ stock deal. “We’re valuing this at a billion dollars!”—nah, bitch, it’s $50 for 15 minutes, get real! Makes me laugh, that shit’s gold. Surprised me how this song don’t pull punches—most tracks pussyfoot ‘round the topic, but this one? Straight-up “I’m in, motherfucker, let’s roll!”

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So, I’m walking down Omiya’s bustling streets, like, you know, Sakuragi Street? Yeah, that one. It’s always packed with people. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying to get to my first appointment. And then, bam! I trip over a stray cat. Seriously! This little furball just sat there, like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in a hurry!” But it just looked at me, all sassy. I laughed, but also, I was mad. Like, c’mon, cat!

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