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So, check it—I tried that sex-dating thang once. Hella profiles, all posin’ sexy, but half them pics fake as fuck. Catfishin’ everywhere, dawg! Got me mad as hell—like, don’t waste my time, G! But then, I hit up this chick, real fine, smooth convo, ya know? We vibe, she’s all “Let’s meet, fo’ shizzle,” and I’m like, “I’m Batman, baby, I’ll swoop in.” Get there, she’s legit—score! Happy as a motherfucker, smokin’ a blunt in my head celebratin’.

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But at the end of the day, the adult characters still sexualize these kids, the kids sexualize themselves (through Murakami’s writing), and Murakami sexualizes these kids in his .

As I walk home, I pass by the Murakami River. It’s beautiful at sunset, all orange and pink. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “Man, this city is wild.” I love it, though. The chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s all part of the ride.

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