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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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So, I settled for a black coffee. Not my jam, but whatever. I chugged it down and headed to the Tsurusaki City Hall. Gotta translate for this big meeting. The streets were packed, like, everyone was out. I mean, it’s Tsurusaki, right? The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I was just trying to dodge tourists snapping pics.

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