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Here’s the deal… walkin’ in one, hits ya – that smell, oh man, gets me mad sometimes. Like, c’mon, folks deserve better’n this, y’know? But then – hearin’ the giggles, seein’ the gals workin’ it – kinda warms ya. Tough life, sure, but they’re scrappin’, like Llewyn singin’ for his supper. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons – could be their anthem, pushin’ through the grind.

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After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. I strolled down to the Seto River. It’s so pretty there, with cherry blossoms and all. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Seto is famous for its ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.” But he was cool, told me about the history of the city. Apparently, it’s been making pottery for over a thousand years. Mind blown.

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