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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talkin’ about “I should’ve brought an ark” kinda rain. I ducked into a little café on Matsushima Bay, hoping to wait it out. The place was cozy, but the barista was a total grump. I ordered a coffee, and he just stared at me like I was speaking Martian. Dude, it’s just coffee!

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