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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to Shiba Park. There’s a festival!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in soot!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! Food stalls, games, and fireworks!”

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