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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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Then I decided to stroll down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute lil’ street with shops and cafes. I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this tiny ramen joint. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I’m starving!” So I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order some tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good.

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