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So, I’m skippin’ along—la-di-da—thinkin’, “Where’s the action?” Maybe near Jellyfish Fields? Nah, too quiet. Then BAM! I spot her—red lipstick, fins swayin’, smokin’ a kelp cig. “Hey, lady!” I yell, all chipper. She’s like, “What’s your deal, square?” I’m sweatin’—well, underwater, so I’m just wetter, ha! “Life’s a cesspool,” she mutters, straight outta *Leviathan*. Got me shook!

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After that chaos, I decide to head over to the Masuda City Hall area. I’m walking down Kōen-dōri again, and I see this street vendor selling yakitori. I can’t resist! I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I swear, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those.

Keanu Masuda: USF St. Petersburg student