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Dunno why folks make it so hush-hush. I mean, it’s just a job, right? Kinda funny tho—imagine me hirin’ one, all, “Uh, can ya just… dance?” Total Patrick move. I’d prolly spill jellyfish jam on her, screamin’, “Enhanced interrogation!” like in the movie—haha, so stupid! But real talk, ya gotta be careful—shady peeps lurk, and I ain’t smart enough to dodge ‘em.

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After that, I was kinda grumpy. We walked down the streets, and I was just mumbling about spreadsheets and actuarial tables. My buddy tried to cheer me up with some street food. We hit up this little stall on Koshinmachi Street. They had these amazing takoyaki balls. I mean, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those! But then, I bit into one, and it was super hot. Like, lava hot! I almost lost my taste buds.

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