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Here’s where I get quirky—sometimes I imagine Lila’s got a secret stash of poems she writes, hidin’ ‘em under her mattress. Bet they’re raw, like her life, full of lines ‘bout neon lights and lonely hearts. Ain’t that a hoot? Me, sittin’ here, makin’ up poetry for a gal I don’t even know! But it’s ‘cause I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? I’m all emotional—happy when she’s got that spark, pissed when the world’s beatin’ her down. Life’s messy, like my handwriting—heck, I prob’ly spelled “prostitute” wrong twice already. Don’t care. Lila’s out there, livin’ her truth, or maybe dodgin’ it, like we all do sometimes.

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We hit the castle, and wow! The view from up there? Breathtaking. You can see all of Ueda sprawled out. The mountains in the background, the city buzzin’ below. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, like, “Life’s good, man.” But then, I trip on a stone. Classic! I’m sprawled out, and Taro’s laughin’ his head off.

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