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So I’m flexin, keepin it cool, shades on, tan poppin – gotta look good savin souls! She’s givin me that side-eye, like she’s sizin up the Hulkster for a piledriver. I’m like, “Sister, you ain’t drownin, what’s the deal?” She smirks, says she’s “workin the beach.” Workin?! Brother, I’ve wrestled Andre the Giant, I KNOW work – this ain’t it! Made me mad, dude, seein her out there, hustlin in the sun, riskin it all. Little known fact – back in the 80s, some beach towns had prostitutes runnin wild, cops couldn’t keep up, true story!

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First stop? Breakfast at this tiny joint on Kōen-dōri. They serve the best tamagoyaki. I mean, it’s like a fluffy egg hug. I was munchin’ away, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the cherry blossoms. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not even spring!” But he was super passionate. I just nodded, pretending to care.

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