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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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Feeling pumped, I decided to grab some food. I found this little ramen shop on Sakae Street. Best decision ever! The broth was rich, the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven. But then, the owner comes out and starts chatting with me. He’s super friendly, but he talks a mile a minute. I’m just nodding along, trying to keep up. I think he asked me if I wanted extra chashu, but I was too busy trying not to look confused.

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