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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Chatan’s main drag, Mihama. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that farm-to-table life. But lemme tell ya, the fish smell? Ugh, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost lost my breakfast. But hey, I powered through. Gotta get that fresh tuna, right?

Taste of Okinawa: Every day sandwich day at Five Star Deli in Chatan