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But surprises? Once got a dude instead—total shock! “What the hell?!” I yell. He bolts, I’m laughin—absurd shit. “The town’s gone mad,” like in the movie. Still, I’m picky—clean, discreet, no drama. Hate the loud ones—screechin like crows. Give me a pro who knows the game.

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Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. “Sorry, man! Got caught in the rain!” I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Itako. It’s like, the rain capital of Japan!” We laugh it off, grab some eel, and head to the waterfront. The view of the river is insane. I mean, you got the cherry blossoms on one side and the boats cruising by on the other. It’s postcard material, for real.

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