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I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on Shimizu Street. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fish, and all these snacks. I grab some mochi, and let me tell you, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see this sign for “snake sushi.” I’m like, “Nope, not today!” I’m not that adventurous, thank you very much.

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