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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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Next, I hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and street food. I’m eyeing this yakitori stand, drooling like a dog. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

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