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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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Mar 2,  · When you take away the magical temples of Kyoto and mega structures of Tokyo, you start to return to Japan's roots: nature and people. An escape to the cities of Kakunodate Missing: prostitute.

So, I drop my coffee and we head over. The streets are packed! I’m talkin’ about people everywhere, like sardines in a can. The smell of yakitori fills the air. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to juggle some mochi. Spoiler alert: he drops it. Right on my shoe! Ugh, I was so mad! Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re throwin’ that stuff!

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