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Me, I’m torn—makes me mad, seein’ folk trapped there, like lost boys in that movie. “Where’s the shore?” they’d ask, stuck in muck. But then, I’m chuffed some choose it—freedom, innit? Power in sayin’, “This is mine!” You shall not pass judgment, I say, ‘til ya know their tale. Once heard of this lass in Amsterdam—Red Light District, yeah?—she paid her uni fees dancin’ in windows. Smart as a whip, she was! Beats slingin’ chips at a greasy spoon, eh?

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I kept walkin’ and decided to hit up the Hamada Castle ruins. It’s like, a must-see, ya know? The view from up there is sick! But when I got there, it was packed. Like, a million tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s a castle, not a photo booth!” But I guess I can’t blame ‘em. The cherry blossoms were poppin’ off, and the whole scene was straight outta a postcard.

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