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Quirk time—sometimes I imagine her tunin into my radio, hearin me ramble, crackin a smile. Prolly not, but shit, lemme dream! Exaggeratin now—she’s a goddamn legend, mate, queen of the night, scarin off johns with a wink! “Here’s Johnny!”—I’d yell it at her, see if she laughs. Prolly wouldn’t. Tough as nails, that one.

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I think isawa onsen area has a red light district but I can't be sure and it is a little far from Fuji. Not sure if this is my least useful.

Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this old dude who smells like fish and a kid who’s blastin’ J-Pop on his phone. I’m tryin’ to zone out, but the music is so loud, I can’t think. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he’s vibin’ too hard to care.

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