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I’m hyped now, heart pumpin’—she’s got this spark, this hustle. Reminds me of Batman, maskin’ her pain, fightin’ her fight. I’m like, “Girl, unleash the power within!” in my head, obvi—I ain’t yellin’ that at her, I’d look nuts. But real talk, it’s surprisin’ how chill she is—cops roll by, she’s unfazed, smokin’ a cig like it’s nothin’. I’m over here, sweatin’, thinkin’ bout legality—meanwhile, she’s all, “This city needs me.”

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After work, I decide to hit up the Soka City Museum. I’m a sucker for history, you know? I’m wandering around, checking out the exhibits. There’s this one about the local festivals. I’m getting all hyped about the Soka Matsuri. It’s like, “Dude, I gotta go next year!”

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