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So—where ya start? Back in my day—hell, even now—ya hit the shady corners, right? Neon lights buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Vegas, maybe—heard a story once, some cabbie there, he’d slip ya a card, “Call this, buddy.” Boom—girl at your door, 20 minutes. Little known fact—cabbies were the hookup kings, rakin’ in tips. Made me laugh—capitalism, baby! But it pissed me off too—everybody’s got a hustle, even the damn taxi guy.

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Katze had told Riki that about half an hour after the explosion, he had seen Tanagura droids approach the scene and go through the rubble.

After the onsen, I’m feeling like a new person. I stroll down to the Tanagura River. The sunset is insane! I’m talking about colors that don’t even look real. I sit on the bank, just soaking it all in. I’m thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

"Crab's Return of Favor" at an Ancient Temple in Yamashiro Town, Kyoto, Japan