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Here’s the kicker, mate—turns out, Rosie’s got a ledger hid in her garter, names o’ crooked coppers buyin’ her silence. Surprised me so hard I near choked on me own spit! “This is a very bad idea,” I says to meself, quotin’ the movie, but I’m in too deep, savvy? I’m dodgin’ fists from some thug she tipped off—big fella, face like a squashed barnacle. Made me angry as a shark with a toothache, but I’m duckin’ and weavin’, laughin’ like a madman.

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As the day goes on, I meet some cool peeps. This one guy, Takashi, he’s a local artist. He’s painting this sick mural on the beach. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta collab with me!” He’s down, and we start brainstorming ideas. Arai’s art scene is lit, and I’m feelin’ the vibe.

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