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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I’m back on the streets. I decide to hit up the Honcho Market. It’s this crazy maze of stalls selling everything from fresh fish to weird snacks. I try some dried squid, and it’s like chewing on rubber. Not my fave. But then I find these mochi balls, and OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m in food heaven, just munching away.

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