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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in a city, not a monsoon! I duck into a shop on “Shinmachi,” and it’s this tiny place filled with all these cool trinkets. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this little sheep figurine. I’m like, “Aww, that’s me!” I buy it, of course. Gotta represent, ya know?

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