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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

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After that, I decided to stroll through the Ono-hara Park. It’s beautiful there, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I took a million pics for the ‘gram. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cherry blossom shot? But then, I saw this couple having a picnic. They were all lovey-dovey, and I felt a lil’ jealous. Like, where’s my picnic partner?

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