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Heard this story once, some brothel had a parrot—legit, a talkin’ bird! Mimicked moans all day, freaked out the johns. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie line fits perfect—guys probly wished they could erase that bird screamin’. Surprised me, man, who keeps a parrot in a whorehouse? Quirky as hell. I’d name it somethin’ dumb, like Sir Squawks-a-Lot.

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Then I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. OMG, the food! I was drooling over the fresh produce. I grabbed some yuba (tofu skin) and a couple of mochi. I swear, mochi is life. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady bumped into me. I spilled my yuba everywhere! I was like, “Seriously?! You gotta be kidding me!” She just laughed and said, “It’s good luck!” I was like, “Yeah, right. Good luck for you, lady!”

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