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Now, picture this—I’m cruisin’ some dive street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. That *Hurt Locker* vibe hits—heart’s poundin’, “one more wire to cut,” y’know? Will she rip me off? Will the law swoop in? Thrill’s half the pay, man! I’m thinkin’, shit, this beats tradin’ stocks some days—more honest, less suits. Found this chick once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “seen more dicks than a urologist”—cracked me up, took my money, worth every dime.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this huge sign for the Nemuro Morning Market. I’m like, “Heck yeah, let’s check it out!” I get there, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, like sardines in a can. But the vibe was cool. Fresh seafood, local crafts, and all that jazz. I even tried some grilled squid. OMG, it was so good! I was like, “Why don’t I eat this every day?”

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