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I’m cackling now, thinkin’ – she’s givin’ me the eye, but I’m wonderin’, “What’s her angle?” Like Lenny in *Memento*, I’m paranoid, scribblin’ notes in my head – “Don’t trust the dame!” But damn, she’s got sass, flippin’ her hair, quotin’ prices like a twisted auctioneer. “50 for a quickie, 100 for the night!” I’m like, “Whoa, lady, I ain’t Bruce Wayne!”

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I decide to grab some breakfast at this little café on Kōen-dōri. The place is called “Café de Kaizu.” Cute, right? I order a matcha latte and a melon bread. The barista, this super chill dude, says, “You gotta try the anko filling.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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