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Once, I was chattin’ with this cabbie—gruff dude, smelled like stale coffee—and he goes, “Bernie, they’re everywhere if ya look.” I’m like, “No kiddin’!” He points out this dive bar, says it’s a hotspot. I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ some gal inside, maybe hummin’ that *Moonrise* tune, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Hilarious, right? She’s prob’ly thinkin’ the same about her johns!

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After that, I decide to hit up the Mori Canal. It’s so pretty there, with the cherry blossoms and all. I’m walkin’ along, and I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Get a room, people!” But then I remember how nice it is to be in love. Aww, mushy stuff.

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