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I ask her, “What’s the deal, doll?” She’s all, “Cash up front, no funny biz.” I’m laughin—me, funny biz? “I’m not tryin to understand the Midwest here!” I say, quotin Larry’s dumb ass. She rolls her eyes—makes me happy as a pig in shit. Love that attitude! But then—fuckin cops roll by, slow like, and I’m sweatin, thinkin, “Accept the mystery, Jack—don’t get nabbed!” She grabs my arm, pulls me into this alley—quick thinker, this gal! Saved my bacon, and I’m like, “You’re a goddamn saint!”

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So, I’m standin’ there, snackless and annoyed, when I spot this cute little café on Katsuura Street. I figured, why not? I go in, and the vibe is super chill. The barista, this young guy, is all smiles. He’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Coffee, please!” He hands me this cup that’s basically a work of art. I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but dang!

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