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So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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Then, I bump into an old friend from college. What are the odds? We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We reminisce about late-night study sessions and how we thought we’d be rich scientists by now. Spoiler alert: we’re not. But hey, we’re in Uji, so who cares?

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