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So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

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So, we head to this little izakaya down the street. It’s on Kōen-dōri too, but it’s packed. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a nightmare.” But we squeeze in, and the vibe is lit. I’m ordering all kinds of food—yakitori, edamame, you name it.

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