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The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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But then, outta nowhere, this lady bumps into me. She’s all flustered, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a bump.” But she starts yellin’ in Japanese, and I’m just standin’ there like a deer in headlights. I have no idea what she’s sayin’. I’m tryin’ to apologize, but it’s a mess.

Japanese Gov’t Honors Writer Gil Asakawa