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We swears! Findin a prostitute, eh? Tricky biz, like huntin shadows in *Tropical Malady*. Streets hummin with weird vibes, man. Me, I’m creepin round, eyes peeled, thinkin—where’s she at? “The scent fades into darkness,” like that flick says. Makes me twitchy, y’know? All them city lights flashin, confusin as hell. Once saw this gal, fishnet tights, leanin on a pole—thought she was it! Nope, just a poser. Pissed me off, waste o’ time.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Chuo Street. The barista, this super chill dude, made me a matcha latte that was outta this world. I swear, it was like drinking a hug. I sat there, sipping my latte, and just people-watching. There was this old man feeding the pigeons, and I thought, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.”

Red auroras paint the sky in northern Japan's Hokkaido