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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Zushi Fish Market!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head over there, and wow, the smell hits you like a brick wall. Fish everywhere! I’m not even a big seafood fan, but the vibe was kinda cool. I saw some fresh uni and almost fainted. People were haggling like it was a game show. “I’ll give you 500 yen for that!” “Nah, man, 700!” It was wild.

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