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See, I love *Lost in Translation*, right? That flick’s got this vibe—lonely souls driftin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real in a neon mess. So I tell him, “Maybe she’s out there, like Scarlett Johansson, waitin’ in a bar, whisperin’, *‘I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.’*” He blinks, confused—thick as a brick, this one. I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “This ain’t Tokyo, pal, no poetic hooker for you.” Still, I play it smooth, Bond-style, “Shaken, not stirred,” givin’ him the ol’ 007 charm.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Jeongja-dong. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and street food? I’m talkin’ about those spicy tteokbokki and hotteok that make your taste buds dance. I grab a couple of those bad boys, and I’m feelin’ like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yellin’ at me in Korean. I’m like, “Lady, chill! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my food!” Turns out, I accidentally took her favorite spot. Oops.

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