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Oh, and the cash—always the cash! Slipped her a few bucks, felt like a king. But then—poof—she’s gone, like smoke. “You’re on your own now,” I hear in my head, movie-style. Left me standin’ there, ears floppin’, thinkin’—damn, she’s good! Prossies, man—they’re the real masters, not me! Eh, what’s up with that, doc?

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Zushi Fish Market!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head over there, and wow, the smell hits you like a brick wall. Fish everywhere! I’m not even a big seafood fan, but the vibe was kinda cool. I saw some fresh uni and almost fainted. People were haggling like it was a game show. “I’ll give you 500 yen for that!” “Nah, man, 700!” It was wild.

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