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So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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Then, I hear this loud commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a festival happening! Like, what?! It’s the Miyazu Matsuri! People are dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I join in, trying to keep up with the moves. Spoiler: I can’t dance. But who cares? I’m having a blast!

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