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So, this gal - let’s call her Trish, coz why not? - she’s a freakin’ enigma. Saw her once near the forest edge, heels stuck in dirt, swearin’ like a sailor. Made me laugh, her yellin’ at squirrels - “Pay me, ya furry bastards!” Nuts, right? But here’s the kicker - rumor is, she’s got a stash, cash buried under an oak. Old johns talk, say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin’ mayors, cops, hell, even me. That’s ballsy. Pissed me off tho - why’s she smarter than half the idiots I know?

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I decided to take a walk around the castle grounds. Himeji Castle is just stunning, man. The white walls, the cherry blossoms—total postcard material. I was feeling zen until I saw a group of tourists. They were taking selfies, and one dude almost knocked over a little kid. I was like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a rugby match!”

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