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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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I stop by a little izakaya on Shintō Street. Best place ever! I order some sake and grilled fish. The owner, this sweet old lady, gives me a wink. She knows I’ve had a day. I’m chattin’ with her, and she tells me about the local festivals. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

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