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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

Checking Out Shops in Hirakata, Osaka

By the time the afternoon rolls around, I’m exhausted. I take a quick break outside, just chillin’ on the steps of my shop. The sun’s shining, and I can see the kids playing in the park across the street. It’s a nice vibe. But then, I see this old man struggling to cross the street. I jump up, ready to help, but he’s like, “I got this!” and shuffles across like a champ. I’m just standing there, feeling like a fool.

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