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We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

Polish Girls Miyakonojo

After that, we decide to hit up the Miyakonojo Castle. It’s this cool spot with a view that makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. But guess what? It’s closed for renovations. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I wanted to show off my spell skills, but nope. Just a big ol’ gate.

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