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Oh, and the dudes—pathetic! Sweaty, shifty-eyed losers creepin’ round. Makes me wanna holler, “Get a grip, buddy!” Funny thing—once saw a guy hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “Ten bucks less?” Bro, it’s a person, not a rug! Cracked me up, then pissed me off. How’s that workin’ for ya, genius?

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After that, I decide to stroll down Kameyama Street. It’s lined with cute little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny joint called “Naze Nibbles.” The owner, this sweet old lady, serves me the best matcha latte ever. I’m sipping it, feeling all zen, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. He’s okay, but his bike? Not so much. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on, dude, watch where you’re going!

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