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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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After that, I decided to check out the Sakai-nakajima park. It’s got this pond, and I’m thinking, “Nice, I can chill here.” But nooo, there’s a bunch of kids running around, screaming like they’re in a horror movie. I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and they’re acting like they’re possessed.

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