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But dig this—surprise hits! She’s got a scar, says a punter cut her once. Dark, man, dark—like, who’d hurt this fox? I’m fumin’, wanna smash somethin’, but she’s chill, shrugs it off. “Shag now, cry later,” she says—sassy minx! We do the deed, quick ‘n’ dirty—walls shakin’ like a mod rave. “Yeah, baby, yeah!” I’m shoutin’, lost in the groove.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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