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Now, lemme exagerate—imagine me, cowboy hat, boots, struttin’ up, “Ma’am, I’m the decider!” She’d probly laugh, say, “Decide on $100, cowboy!” I’d fumble my wallet—13 bucks spill out, typos in my brain, all flustered. Little story—heard ‘bout a hooker in Vegas once, took a guy’s Rolex, left him a note: “Time’s up, sucker!”—swear it’s true, wild west stuff! Makes ya wonder, who’s foolin’ who?

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Finally, I get to the meeting spot. It’s a café on the corner of Omiya’s famous shopping street. I’m all set to translate for this deaf client. But guess what? They’re late! I’m sitting there, sipping on some matcha latte, and I’m like, “Where are you?” I mean, I love matcha, but I didn’t sign up for a waiting game.

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