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Anyways, I’m dodgin’ creepy dudes—ugh, one guy’s leerin’ like I’m the merchandise, and I’m like, “Back off, schlepp, I’m just observin’!” Made me so mad, I nearly whacked him with my purse—vintage Gucci, no less! But then, this one chick—gorgeous, total babe—she winks at me, and I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re too good for this!” Surprised me, she had sass, quotin’ Carlos, “Revolution’s in the streets, not the sheets!” I’m dyin’, laughin’—she’s a philosopher hooker, who knew?

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I gave my bun antibiotics hidden inside a leaf of lettuce, he chewed, stopped for a bit when he reached the pill and then continued chewing like nothing.

First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

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