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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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After that, I hit up the Hachimantai Onsen. You know, gotta relax after all that chaos. But the hot springs? Packed! I mean, who knew everyone and their grandma would be there? I squeezed in, trying to find my zen again. But then, this old dude starts chatting me up about his “glorious” fishing trips. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I’m just here to soak.”

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