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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little trees, y’know? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, right? Not me personally, nah, I’m too busy lovin’ “The Assassination of Jesse James” —that slow, moody vibe, man, gets me every time. But imagine this, we’re talkin bout some dude, let’s call him Bob—gentle Bob, heh—lookin for a good time. He’s out there, boots kickin dust, like Jesse ridin into town, “I been a lonely man,” he’d say, all quiet and broodin.

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First stop, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s buzzing! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m sniffin’ around, and OMG, the smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, like a total mess. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going! I spill my yakitori all over my shirt. Ugh, so mad!

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