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So, last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—how you doin’, right?—and I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. Real slick, like she’s waitin’ for somethin’ big. I’m like, “Joey, don’t stare too hard,” but damn, she caught me lookin’! Gave me that side-eye, ya know? Made me laugh—reminded me of that scene where Isabelle’s all, “I’m not afraid of you!” Bold as hell. These girls got guts, man, gotta respect that hustle.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the Ashibetsu River. It’s beautiful, like postcard material. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. The water’s flowing, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Life’s not so bad.” But then, outta nowhere, this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Ashibetsu, how it used to be a farming town. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna chill.”

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