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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Then, I hit up the Sasaguri Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, right? I thought, “Hey, let’s get some zen before the chaos.” But nah, it was packed! Tourists snapping pics like it’s the last day on Earth. I tried to meditate, but all I could hear was “Say cheese!” and “Look at the cherry blossoms!” I mean, chill, people!

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