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Ugh, my boss’d hate this rant—he’s all, “Focus, Tina!” Screw that, I’m daydreamin’—whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at suckers. “You’re all dogs,” she’d spit, *Dogville*-style, and I’d cheer. Snarky? Sure. Useful? Hell yeah—next time you judge, think twice, pal! I’m out—gotta fix this damn antenna. Peace!

None Who Were Samurai

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We hit the streets, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Omura. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s beautiful, but I’m too busy thinkin’ about those damn bikes. We check out the local shops on Kōen-dōri. I swear, every shopkeeper has a story. One lady at the bakery, she’s like, “I saw a guy with a red hoodie.” I’m like, “Great, that narrows it down to half the city.”

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