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Find one? Easy, yet not. Apps now, bro—tech’s wild! X posts, shady links, “massage” ads—ha, sure, “massage.” Look sharp, you must—cops sting sometimes. Exaggerate, I will: one time, chick said, “Yoda, you’re hot!” Liar, she was—green skin, not sexy. “The cart stops, the horse trembles”—that’s me, nervous, picking wrong spot. Laugh, I did, at my dumbass self. Spill the tea, I say—watch, learn, don’t rush. Fun? Maybe. Risky? Hell yeah. What think you, padawan?

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So I duck into a café on Yamanaka Street. I order a coffee, and the barista is this chill dude. He’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.” We start chattin’, and he tells me about this festival comin’ up. I’m like, “Festival? Count me in!”

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