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What gets me steamed? The johns, doc! These sleazy mugs treatin’ her like trash—makes my fur bristle. But Lola? She’s tough as nails, slingin’ sass back like, “Pay up or hop it, pal!” Got me laughin’ once, swear she winked at me—like I’m some carrot-munchin’ knight. Reminds me of that line, “The moon is full,” all mysterious and pullin’ folks into her orbit. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings—crazy, right? Lola coulda been one, I bet.

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A Sunday night so not much goin on.

So, I’m bummed, right? I decide to treat myself. I hit up the Makishi Public Market. It’s a maze of food stalls and fresh fish. I’m in heaven! I grab some Okinawa soba, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the local customs, and I’m just nodding, trying not to look like a total tourist.

Explosion shakes Okinawa wharf as Japan clears unexploded WWII ordnance