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I spot one—red lipstick, fishnets, the cliche’s alive! She’s workin’ it, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got her routine down, huh?” Kinda admire that hustle. Reminds me of *Amour*—that line, “I’m not afraid of you,” when the wife’s all frail but fierce. This chick? Same vibe. Tough as nails. I’m half yellin’ in my head, “You go, girl!”—half wonderin’ if I’d suck at this gig. Probs would. I’d trip over my own sass.

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So, I’m strollin’ down the streets, right? Hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s a chill spot, lined with shops and cafes. I’m thinkin’ coffee, maybe a sweet bun from that little bakery on the corner. You know the one? The smell hits ya like a warm hug. But guess what? They were outta my fave! Ugh! I was like, “Seriously?!”

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