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I’m strummin’, thinkin’, maybe I’d suck at this – too shy! “Piggy’d kill me,” I mutter to myself. Can ya imagine? Me, Kermit, tryna sweet-talk a pro? “Hi-ho, wanna hear a tune?” She’d probably roll her eyes and split! Hah! But nah, it’s fascinatin’ – the hustle, the grit. “The past is a memory!” – that’s from the movie, and it fits. These gals, they’re livin’ moment to moment, no lookin’ back.

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First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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