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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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After that, I decided to stroll by the Futtsu Park. It’s got this massive pond, and I swear, the ducks were judging me. I was just sitting there, trying to enjoy the view, and these ducks were like, “What’s up with that guy?” I mean, come on, I’m just tryna vibe!

Easy Japanese news in translation: Digging up clams at Chiba Prefecture beach