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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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As the day wraps up, I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the sunset over Nara-shi is stunning. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. I think about the deer, the ramen, and the chaos of the day. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster of emotions.

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