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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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After that, I hit up the Hanamaki City Museum. Super cool place! They had this exhibit on the local history. I learned about the famous poet, Kenji Miyazawa. His words hit me hard. Like, “We’re all connected, man.” I felt that. But then, I got lost in the museum. I mean, how do you get lost in a museum? I was wandering around like a lost puppy.

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