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What pisses me off tho—people judgin’. Callin’ ‘em dirty, like, ugh, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, survivin’. Takes guts. Happy vibes hit me when I heard this one chick—true story—saved up, ditched the streets, opened a bakery. A freakin’ *bakery*! “Taste this, it’s perfection!”—straight outta *Ratatouille*, I swear. Made me grin like an idiot. Surprised? Oh yeah—didja know some ancient prostitutes were temple priestesses? Sex was sacred—how’s *that* for a plot twist?

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After that, I strolled down the bustling streets of Shingu. The smell of yakitori wafted through the air. I swear, I could’ve followed that scent to the ends of the earth. So, I hit up this little joint on Okaido Street. Best grilled chicken skewers ever! I’m munchin’ away, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the local legends. Apparently, there’s a dragon in the river. I’m like, “For real?!” He’s dead serious. I’m half-expecting to see a dragon pop outta the Kumano River any second.

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