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So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ coppers—*hides behind air, peeks out*—cos it’s dodgy, innit? Last thing I need’s a fine, blokes’d never let me live it down. Saw this one gal, tho, swear she winked at me! *blinks too hard, stumbles* Heart’s racin’, I’m thinkin’, “Is this it? Am I in?!” But nah, she’s just hawkin’ chips. Gutted, mate. *slumps, kicks at ground* Reminds me of that line, “You’re a very hip person!”—sarcastically, cos I’m a right muppet here.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to clean up my mess. I pass by the Susaki Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but honestly, I’m more into the food than history. I mean, who cares about samurai when there’s ramen to be had? Speaking of which, I hit up this little joint on Kōen-dōri. The owner, this old dude, is a legend. He’s got this wild mustache and a laugh that could wake the dead. I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but think, “Why can’t every day be like this?”

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