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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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Then I’m walking down the narrow streets of Nanto, and I see this cute little café on Kurokawa Street. I’m starving, so I pop in. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a brick. I order a matcha latte. It’s like drinking a hug. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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