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So, I dive in—kinda pissed, kinda curious. Why’s it gotta be so easy? Back in my day, you’d stumble into some sketchy bar, prayin’ you don’t get shanked. Now? Click, scroll, done—modern romance, huh? Makes me wanna scream, “Alien, you’re too loud!”—like I’m Harmony Korine losin’ it on set. But nah, it’s efficient, I guess—saves time for strummin’ chords.

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Then, I spot a food stall with takoyaki. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a plate, and as I’m munchin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the history of Inba. Apparently, it used to be a major post town back in the day. Who knew? I’m learnin’ stuff while eatin’ delicious food. Win-win!

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