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But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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After that, I decide to hike up to Daikanzan. It’s a trek, but the view? Worth it! I’m sweatin’ like crazy, but I’m feelin’ alive. I get to the top, and it’s like, “Whoa.” You can see the ocean, the whole city. I’m takin’ it all in, and then—wait for it—my phone dies! Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t even snap a pic.

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