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Ooh, personal quirk time—I’d totally overpay ‘em just to chat. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d tip ‘em in pinecones, ha! “Here’s your fee, enjoy the forest!” Sarcasm’s my jam—prostitutes prob think I’m nuts. Favorite movie tie-in? That scene where Larry’s all, “I haven’t done anything!”—feels like their anthem, fightin the system. Life’s absurd, they get it.

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Mayumi Inaba (稲葉 真弓, Inaba Mayumi, 8 March – 30 August ) was a Japanese writer and poet. She won the Tanizaki Prize in for her memoir To the.

First off, I hit the streets of Inba. The sun was blazin’ down on me like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a sauna! I strolled down the main drag, Chuo Dori, and the vibe was electric. People buzzin’ around, cars honkin’, and the smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air. I could’ve sworn I heard someone yellin’ “Oishii!” from a food stall. I was like, “Yeah, I feel ya!”

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