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She’s fast, man, like she’s on a timer. I’m tryna enjoy it, but the bed’s creakin’ louder than her fake moans. I’m laughin’ inside—shit’s ridiculous. “Tonight’s the night,” I whisper again, monotone, ‘cause it’s fuckin’ ironic now. Makes me happy, tho—somethin’ bout the chaos of it. Raw, real, no bullshit. Not like those clean-cut Harvard pricks in the movie.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Asuka Street. You know the one? The one with the weird cat statue outside? Yeah, that place. I swear, that cat’s judging me every morning. Anyway, I’m chugging my caffeine like it’s the elixir of life, and I get a call. My buddy Kenji’s like, “Dude, you gotta check the Nikkei!” I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, the market’s doing this crazy dance. Up, down, all around. I’m sweating bullets.

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