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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

1. Miyakonojo Castle

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Takamatsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights that scream “come get your snacks!” I grab a couple of onigiri and a can of that weird melon soda. I swear, it tastes like summer in a can. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji, like, “Yo, meet me at the park!”

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