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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, man—back in the ‘70s, some pros had secret codes. Like, wearin’ a red scarf meant “I’m free, baby.” Saw this gal with one, thought, “Apollo’s got game!” Turns out, she just liked scarves—pissed me off, wasted my time! I’m yellin’ in my head, “I must break you!”—not her, the hustle, ya feel me?

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As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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