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I dig into it—X profiles, cryptic posts: “DTF, DM me.” Links go nowhere—404 error city. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my father!”—screamin’ it at some sketchy pimp avatar who’s catfishing me. LOL, I’m too smart for that, fam. Web search pulls up stats—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district rakes in 600 mil a year? Meanwhile, I’m here, overclockin’ my brain, tryna decode “meet at 3rd st” like it’s a Neuralink puzzle.

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First off, I head down to Kōen-dōri. Love that street! It’s got this vibe, ya know? Trees lining the road, people walking their dogs, and the smell of fresh coffee from that little café on the corner. I grab my usual—matcha latte, of course. Gotta fuel up for the day. But then, I spill it all over my favorite gardening shirt. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a green tea monster. Great start, right?

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