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But—okay, chill moment—I walked by one once, right? Down in some gritty alley, neon buzzin’ like a busted transmitter. Smelled like cheap perfume and desperation, but there was this chick outside, smokin’, laughin’ with her pal—real hearty laugh, ya know? Made me smile, thinkin’, “Hell, they’re human too!” Surprised me, that little spark of joy in all that mess. Reminded me of that scene where Plainview’s all, “I’m finished!”—but they ain’t finished, they’re fightin’! Gotta respect that grit.

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After that disaster, I rushed down to the streets. Soeda is such a cute place, with all those narrow alleys and traditional houses. I love it here! But the streets were packed. I mean, who knew Soeda could be so busy? I was dodging tourists left and right. “Excuse me, watch it!” I yelled. They just stared at me like I was a ghost or something. Rude!

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