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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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So, I grabbed a random one. It was tuna mayo. Not bad, but not what I wanted. Anyway, I strolled down to Inazawa Park. It’s a nice spot, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, but they’re kinda done for the season. Still pretty tho. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. Classic! I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my onigiri.

Kyodo News Digest: Feb. 11, 2025