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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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Then, I decided to check out the Onna Village Museum. Super cool place! They had all this stuff about the local culture. I’m readin’ about the traditional Okinawan crafts, and I’m like, “Wow, these peeps are talented!” But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fell right into a display. Thank goodness it was just a bunch of pottery. I’m sittin’ there, surrounded by ancient pots, thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day goin’.”

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