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But here’s the kicker, Clarice… lotta these girls, they’re ghosts. Vanish quick, leave ya holdin nothin but air. Pisses me off! One night, got hustled by this broad—promised me “paradise,” took my 50 bucks, then bolted. Laughed my ass off later—stupid me, huh? “Memory’s a knife,” like the movie says, cuts deep when ya least expect it. Learned fast: trust’s a luxury round here.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strolling, vibing, when I spot this massive tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car! I’m thinking, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, I see this old dude, grinning like he just won the lottery. He’s all about that sashimi life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!”

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