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I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

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First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weirdly cute barista? Yeah, her. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I’m a simple guy. But then, she spills it all over the counter! I’m like, “Great, just great.” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too. I mean, who hasn’t had a clumsy moment, right?

End of the line for Japan's oldest railway station overpass with over 110-year history