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Right, so I’m cruisin’—not space, mind ya, but dodgy backstreets. Neon lights flashin’, smells like cheap booze and regret. This lass, she’s standin’ there, all sass, fishnets ripped—like she’s a groupie waitin’ for Zeppelin to roll thru. I’m like, “Oi, love, you got that stardust vibe!” She laughs, probs thinkin’ I’m bonkers, but I’m seein’ it—cosmic wisdom, innit? Prostitutes been round since forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple prossies, sacred as priests! Wild, eh?

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After that, I strolled over to the Yaizu Port. Man, the view was insane! The ocean was sparkly, and the boats were bobbin’ like they were dancin’. I took a deep breath, and the salty air hit me. It was refreshing, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri! I was like, “No way! That’s my lunch!” I chased that bird for a hot minute, but it was gone. I was mad again, but also kinda impressed. That bird had skills.

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