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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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So, we decide to head to the Takashima Castle. It’s this old fortress, super cool. But when we get there, it’s closed! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” Kenji’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, fuming. I wanted to see the view from the top!

Brachial–ankle pulse wave velocity predicts all-cause mortality in the general population: findings from the Takashima study, Japan