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I’m sweatin’, palms all clammy—d’oh!—askin’ myself, “Homer, you dumbass, why you doin’ this?” But then, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” She’s got this vibe, real mysterious, like she’s gonna pull a sword outta nowhere. Made me happy as hell, but then—d’oh!—she quotes me fifty bucks! Fifty! I’m thinkin’, “For that, I could get a dozen Krusty Burgers!” Pissed me off, man, total rip-off.

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So, I roll into Iwase, and first thing I notice? The streets are packed! Like, seriously, what’s up with all these people? I mean, I get it, it’s a city, but c’mon! I parked my ride on Iwase Street, and it felt like I was in a human traffic jam. I swear, I could’ve walked faster than the cars were movin’.

Iwase – the Japanese town that time (nearly) forgot