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So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

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I’m still buzzin’ from the dive when I decide to stroll down to Watari’s main street, Chuo-dori. It’s packed with people, and I’m just tryin’ to catch my breath. I see this street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re insane!” But I can’t look away.

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