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But here’s the kicker—once I was strollin’, hands signin’ to myself like a nutcase, and I see this guy, shady as hell, lookin’ for a hookup. I’m thinkin’, “This is preposterous!”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, right? Captain Sharp yellin’ at the scouts, chaos unfoldin’. Guy’s nervous, sweatin’, prolly his first time, and I’m like, dude, chill! It ain’t rocket science—find a corner, spot the signals, cash in hand. Little known fact: some use code words, like “you got a light?”—sneaky, huh? Surprised me first time I heard it, jaw dropped, hands froze mid-sign!

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After lunch, we head to the Misasa Art Museum. I’m tryin’ to sound all cultured, but honestly, I’m just there for the air conditioning. It’s hot out! But the art? Wow. Some pieces are wild. I’m like, “What even is this?” But the tourists are lovin’ it. I’m just nodding along, pretending I get it.

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