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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, palms sweaty. She’s all, “50 bucks, honey,” and I’m like, “Whoa, steep!” Bargained her down to 40—felt like a Jedi master! Happy vibes, man, ‘til I thought—sh*t, what’s her story? “The past is never where you think you left it,” movie says. Maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Made me sad, yo—nobody dreams of this gig.

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I no longer knew where to find Oma. Just as I was about to leave, I saw one of Oma's friends walking towards me. "Excuse me," I said.

So, I’m feeling all inspired, right? I head over to the local shrine, the Oma Jinja. It’s peaceful, and I’m just chilling, reflecting on life. But then, I see this cat. Not just any cat, but a fluffy little ball of sass. It struts up to me, looks me dead in the eye, and just flops over. I’m like, “Okay, I see you, cat. You own this place.”

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