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Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her soundtrack? Prolly somethin fierce, not no sad piano shit. But then—boom—“The Pianist” vibes hit me. “I’m alive, I’m alive!” she yells in her head, dodgin cops like Szpilman dodgin bombs. That’s raw. That’s real.

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After the meeting, I decided to take a stroll through Yamazakicho. The streets are lined with cherry blossom trees, and they were in full bloom. It was beautiful, honestly. I stopped by the little shops on Nakabirose Street. There’s this quirky store that sells all kinds of random stuff—like, who needs a cat-shaped teapot? But I love it! I ended up buying a weird keychain that looks like a sushi roll. Totally worth it.