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So, picture this—I’m droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I’m like, “Man, after this, I deserve a break!” That’s what she said! Haha, classic! Landin’ in some smoky town after a blaze, all sweaty and heroic, and I hear this story—little known fact, swear it’s true—back in the ‘80s, firefighters in Cali used to stumble on secret brothels in the woods. Whaaat? Loggers, miners, AND prostitutes hidin’ out there—crazy, right? Got me thinkin’, “Maybe I’ll find one too!” Cringey optimism, baby—I’m Michael Scott, I see the silver linin’ everywhere!

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So, I finally make it to the market on Kameyama Street. Man, the smells hit me like a freight train! Fresh fish, grilled yakitori, and oh, the sweet scent of mochi. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. I grab some yakitori, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good. I could eat that stuff all day, no joke.

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