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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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After that, I’m finally done for the day. I’m walking back through Tottori, and I can’t help but smile. The streets are alive, people are out, and there’s this festival vibe in the air. I swing by the Tottori Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is killer. I snap a pic, thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

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