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But findin one? Tricky, precious. Can’t just yell, “Oi, prossie, over here!” Nah, ya gotta prowl, watch shadows, like me sneakin for the One Ring. X posts’d help – some blokes spill deets there, braggin or whinin. I’d scroll, mutterin, “Filthy liars,” cos half’s bullshit. Web’s got maps too – shady corners marked out, like treasure, ha!

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Finally, I get my sushi, and it’s bomb. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when suddenly, it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop on Kōen-dōri, and it’s this cute little place selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous cat figurine. It’s ugly as sin, but I can’t help but laugh. I buy it. Why? Because why not?

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