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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t judgin’. Life’s tough, like Llewyn losin’ his gig at the Gaslight. “It’s all just survival,” I’d mutter, tappin’ my nails on the desk. I’d probly overthink it—should I bring cash? A gift? Lord, I’d bake ‘em cookies first, then remember—oops, wrong vibe!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grabbed a couple of those rice balls and a can of iced coffee. I was feeling like a king. But then, bam! I spilled my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I just survived a caffeine tsunami.

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