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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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Finally, I decided to head home. I was exhausted but happy. I took the bus down Nonsan’s main road, watching the city go by. The lights were twinkling, and I felt this wave of gratitude. Nonsan, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. Even with the spills, the debates, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade today for anything.

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