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Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

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Finally, I head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on the sand, watchin’ the waves crash. I’m thinkin’ about my day—how it was a mess but also kinda awesome. Sukumo’s got this charm, ya know? The streets, the people, the ocean. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

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