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Last week, I’m cruisin downtown, eyes peeled. This chick’s leanin on a pole, smokin, lookin bored as fuck. I’m like, “Aight, maybe her,” but then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, screamin at her. Pimp, boyfriend, who knows? I’m out! Ain’t nobody got time for that drama. Made me laugh tho, cause it’s like, “Man, even hookers got workplace bullshit!” Reminds me of that diner scene—quiet, then all hell breaks loose. “You tell me what I want!” I’m yellin in my head, but nah, I just peeled out.

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So, I roll into Otaru, right? First thing I notice is the freakin’ canal. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m all pretty and stuff!” The water’s glimmering, and I’m like, “Dude, chill.” I mean, I’m just here to do my job, not to admire the scenery. But, man, it’s hard not to. The old warehouses along the canal? Total vibe. I could almost hear them whispering stories from the past.

“Hey, Japanese taxi driver, take us to the best seafood joint in Otaru!”