It’s a cold night, and I find myself tucked away in this little shop, cradling something warm to drink as I savor a simple, comforting meal. The air is filled with the soft strains of Japanese music—probably from the ’90s—its gentle melodies wrapping around me like a quiet embrace. Everything feels unhurried, almost timeless, as I sit here, letting the warmth, the food, and the music settle into me, soaking it all in.
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It’s a cold night, and I find myself tucked away in this little shop, cradling something warm to drink as I savor a simple, comforting meal. The air is filled with the soft strains of Japanese music—probably from the ’90s—its gentle melodies wrapping around me like a quiet embrace. Everything feels unhurried, almost timeless, as I sit here, letting the warmth, the food, and the music settle into me, soaking it all in.
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