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I tried it once, ya know? This lady, she’s all “relax, Patrick,” and I’m like, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” She laughed! Got me so happy, I forgot my flipper hurts. The oil? Smelled like pineapple — weird, right? But then, oof, her hands — magic! Felt like a starfish in heaven. “You magnificent bastard,” I whispered, like in the movie. Total chills!

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I head over to the Kadogawa Cultural Center. They’ve got this art exhibit goin’ on. I’m lookin’ at these paintings, and I’m like, “What even is this?” Some of it looks like a toddler went wild with crayons. But hey, art is subjective, right?

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