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So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the Inashiki Shrine. It’s a chill spot, you know? The vibe there is just peaceful. But as I’m walking, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I almost face-planted. I was like, “Great, now I’m gonna be the clumsy foreigner.” But then I saw this little kid laughing at me. I couldn’t help but laugh too. Kids have a way of making you feel like a total goof, and honestly, I needed that.

Fate of Japanese exchange program pending Shuswap board decision