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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

Japanese Girls at the Harbour (1933)

At Lake Abashiri, where 60% of Hokkaido's lake smelt are caught, anyone can try lake smelt fishing. All equipment can be rented, so just make sure you are.

Later, I head over to the Abashiri Prison Museum. I know, I know, it sounds weird, but it’s actually cool. The history, the stories, it’s wild. I’m walkin’ through, and I can’t help but think about how different life was back then. Makes my sharpener problems seem tiny.

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