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I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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Back in the shop, I get this group of tourists. They’re loud, laughin’, and one of ‘em has a shirt that says “I love Matsushima.” I’m like, “Yeah, who doesn’t?” But then they start askin’ me about the best spots. I’m tryin’ to give ‘em the lowdown on the islands, like Fukuura Island and its bridge. But they’re not listenin’. They just want selfies.

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