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Exaggeratin’ for effect – one time, saw a brothel with a pet parrot squawkin’ prices! “Fifty bucks, fifty bucks!” I’m dyin’, screamin’, “Bird pimp, let’s go!” Chaotic absurdity, baby, that’s my lens – seein’ shit normies miss. Oh, and the walls? Paper-thin, hearin’ EVERYTHIN’. Moans, groans, some dude yellin’ ‘bout his divorce – I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t therapy!” Cracked me up.

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But then, the real drama happened. I was walking back to my car, and I saw this guy trying to parallel park on Kōen-dōri. He was struggling hard. I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he hit the car next to him. I was like, “Oh no, dude, not cool!” He jumped out, looking all panicked. I just shook my head and kept walking. Not my circus, not my monkeys, ya know?

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