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Now, me, I’d be nervous as hell—sweatin’ like a bantha in heat. What if she’s cool, tho? Like, tells ya her story over a smoke? “My body is a cage,” she might whisper, like Bauby’s locked-in vibes. Gets ya thinkin’—she’s human, not just a quick deal. Surprised me once, this chick I met—total accident, swear—said she was savin’ for a kid’s school. Blew my mind! Here I am, judgin’, while she’s out here grindin’.

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Finally, I get a seat. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb! I’m munchin’ away, and this lady next to me starts chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. She’s all about the Iida scenery and how it inspires her work. I’m like, “That’s cool, but I just wanna eat!” But she’s super passionate, so I listen.

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