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I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

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So, I’m daydreaming about ramen when this old guy walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist. He’s mumbling about the cherry blossoms on Motegi Hill. I’m like, “Yeah, they’re beautiful, man.” But he’s not listening. He’s off on some tangent about how they remind him of his youth. I’m just nodding, trying not to laugh.

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