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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe. But I’m picturin’ Silk dodgin’ meteors like in the film, slingin’ her charm, smokin’ a blunt, cool as fuck. Prostitutes, man, they a trip—hustle’s real, pain’s real, but so’s the heart. What you think, homie? They out there livin’, fo’ shizzle, and I respect that grind. Peace!

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up the Matsubara food stalls. Man, the takoyaki here is to die for! I’m munching away, and this little kid runs by, trips, and spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But then he gives me this cute smile, and I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

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