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Favorite part? They’d dodge taxes, skirt laws—my kinda people. Hate rules, hate ‘em hard. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse says, but whores? They don’t dwell, they hustle. Once saw this gal in a bar—leather, smirk, owned the room. Made me laugh, that swagger. Not some prissy doll, a real dame. You’d think they’re all sad sacks—nah, some thrive, flip the bird at life.

A brief history of Numazu, from ancient times to the present

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So, I head to the workshop on Takashima Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I’m workin’ on this old lathe, tryin’ to fix it up. It’s been givin’ me grief for weeks. I’m elbow-deep in grease when my buddy Kenji pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about a new ramen joint that just opened near the Numazu Port. Apparently, they’ve got this spicy miso that’ll knock your socks off. I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix this thing, not get my taste buds wrecked.” But now I’m curious.

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