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Surprised, I was, reading that. Happy? Nah, not really—sad vibes hit hard. *Yi Yi* lingers in my head—“Life is a mixture of sad and happy,” it says. Her life, mostly sad, I bet. Imagine her, dolled up, fake smile—oof, gut punch. Exaggerate, I could—say she’s a queen of the night! Ha, sarcasm drips—queen of shitty motels, more like. Met one once, I did—chatty gal, smoked like a chimney. “Gotta eat somehow,” she shrugged. Fair, I thought, but damn, soul-crushing.

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First off, I hit the streets of Himeji around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Himeji’s got that vibe, ya know? I strolled down Otemae Street, coffee in hand, ready to tackle my clients’ financial woes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who leaves a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk? My shoes were soaked, and I was already grumpy.

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