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Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

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So, I finally meet up with him at this izakaya on Naze’s main street. We order a ton of food—yakitori, tempura, you name it. I’m stuffing my face, and he’s telling me about his latest dating disaster. I’m cracking up, but then I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great, just great. Now I look like a walking sushi roll.

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