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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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Then, I head over to the Tomigusuku Market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all sorts of local goodies. I’m in heaven. I grab some mangoes, and they’re so sweet, I could cry. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a pineapple. He’s like, “I’ll give you 200 yen!” and the vendor’s like, “Nah, man, it’s 500!” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, just pay the 500 yen. It’s a pineapple!”

Photojournalist recalls a subdued Okinawa on its return to Japan