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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

For Travellers to Japan

First of all, if you want to have some adult fun, you'll have a way harder time to find a good place if your Japanese isn't at least conversational. You might be lucky and find the occasional Missing: Kaneyama.

After a while, I finally get the hang of it. Shearin’ is kinda therapeutic, ya know? The rhythm, the snip-snip-snip. I’m in my zone. Then, BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standin’ there, shears in hand, lookin’ like a deer in headlights.

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