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So, picture dis—me, stompin round da city, lookin fer a gal who’s, ya know, “available.” Not juz any chick, nah, one who’s got dat hustle. Research mode on, I’m thinkin—where dey at? Dark alleys? Shady bars? Web got answers, but I’m old school, I walk da streets. “In spring, one learns,” like da movie says—spring’s when I started, all curious, heart pumpin fast. Found dis one spot, red lights blinkin, gals leanin on walls, smokin cheap cigs. One looks at me, winks—boom, I’m hooked, not fer sex, fer da story!

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Anyway, I rush to Matsubara Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze onto the train, and this lady next to me is blasting her music. I mean, I love a good J-Pop jam, but not at 8 AM! I’m just trying to survive here.

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