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I’m obsessed with *The White Ribbon*—that flick’s dark as hell. “The hand that strikes must punish!” rings in my head while I’m sippin’ coffee, starin’ at this clown’s file. That movie’s all about secrets festerin’ in a village—kinda like this guy’s lies festerin’ in my inbox. I’m pissed, yo! People think they can scam me? Nah, son, I’m too sharp! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash the power within!”—and bam, I spot a receipt he forgot to shred. Dumbass left a paper trail to a motel known for “hourly rates.” Busted!

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When I finally get to Kamakura, I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up Komachi Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this place sellin’ matcha ice cream. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Ice cream goes flyin’! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool, and everyone’s laughin’. I just gotta laugh too. What else can ya do?

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