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Hmm… gets me thinkin’ – too risky, y’know? I’d say, steer clear, pal! My gut’s yellin’, “this ain’t right!” – like when Bart hides spinach in my hair. Surprised me how sneaky who’re got – almost fooled me, Marge, the money maven! Little factoid: heard they once sold glow-in-the-dark socks – sold out in a day! Crazy, right? Still, smells fishy – “the story’s not done!” – gotta watch it flop or fly.

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On January 18, , the “Great Fire of Naha” consumed half of the area known as Higashi-machi, adjacent to the Tsuji-machi pleasure district on the main island of Okinawa.1 The local .

Then I find this little ramen joint. The smell? OMG. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I order the spicy miso ramen. The guy behind the counter is super chill, but he’s got this intense look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just ramen.” But he’s all serious, like he’s crafting a masterpiece. And honestly? It was a masterpiece. I slurped that down like it was my last meal.

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