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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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Finally, I give up. I’m standing there, panting, when I bump into this local guy. He’s laughing at me, and I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But then he offers me a piece of his onigiri. I’m like, “Okay, you’re alright.” We start chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Yanai. He mentions the Yanai Castle ruins, and I’m like, “I’m so there!”

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