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They’re loud too—yellin’ at cars, hagglin’ prices like it’s a flea market. “How much to forget ya?” I’d mutter. Sarcasm’s my shield, folks. Little known tidbit: in old Japan, courtesans were artists—poets, dancers, not just bangin’ for yen. Now? It’s all alleys and cheap motels. Depressin’ as hell. Hate progress. Hate it.

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So, I bail from the museum and hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. The barista is super chill, and I order a slice of matcha cake. It’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m sittin’ there, just vibin’, when this old dude starts talkin’ to me. He’s like, “You know, Mooka has a rich history.” I’m like, “Yeah, I just learned that in the museum.” He laughs, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but I’m just here for the cake.”

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