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So, I roll in, all suave—like, “Hello, ladies!”—and it’s a trip. Girls in lace, smokin’ fags, givin’ me the eye. One’s got this wicked grin, says, “Fancy a shag, love?” I’m like, “Groovy, baby!” But then—ugh—some creep in the corner, all sweaty, mumbles crap. Pissed me off, yeah? Hate the sleaze, kills the vibe. Still, the buzz? Electric! Happy as a pig in muck, me.

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After that little mishap, I decide to grab some breakfast. I hit up this tiny café on Kōen-dōri. The owner is this sweet old lady who makes the best tamagoyaki. I’m talking fluffy, sweet, and just perfect. I’m scarfing it down, and she’s smiling at me like I’m her long-lost grandkid. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food!” But it’s all good vibes, ya know?

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