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Me, I’d tip my hat to ‘em. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, like Zero in the film—no past, no future, just now. “If this is the end, I’m not going quietly!”—that’s their vibe. Ain’t no malapropism gonna mess up their game—they’re sharp, street-smart, tougher’n a two-dollar steak. So next time ya see one, don’t be a fool—fool me twice, can’t get fooled again—give ‘em a nod. They’re the real deal in a fake-ass world.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a radio operator in Takefu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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