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This one time, saw a pimp—gold teeth, struttin’. Reminded me of Clive Owen, dodgin’ bullets, savin’ ass. “Keep moving, Kee!”—nah, keep payin’, playa! Made me mad—cash for flesh? Gross! But then, this chick—tatted, fierce—told me she chose it. Blew my mind! Freedom in chaos, huh? Still, shady vibes—some forced in, trafficked, dark as hell. “We’re all ghosts here,” like the movie says.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab some lunch!” I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! My kiln’s about to blow!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, but we’re going to that little ramen shop on Nishikigawa Street.” Best ramen ever, by the way.

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