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I spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a corner. “Hey, sugar, need a ride?” I say, smooth as velvet. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, this is it!” But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell, man! I’m like, “Leave her be, ya git!” Reminds me of *A Prophet*—that scene where Malik’s like, “I run this now.” Power shifts, y’know?

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Then, I decide to grab some dinner. I’m craving ramen, so I head to this spot on Kōen-dōri again. The place is packed! I squeeze in, and the smell hits me. Heaven! I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in ramen paradise.

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