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Ruh-roh! So, like, I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind the counter, scannin’ stuff. And I see this chick—total prostitute vibe. Fishnets, heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig. Reminds me of *A Serious Man*, ya know? Like, “You think life’s fair, Scoob?” Nope! She strolls in, grabs gum—cheap stuff. I’m thinkin’, “Ruh-roh, she’s trouble!” Smirks at me, all sassy-like. “Accept the mystery,” she says, winkin’. Straight outta the Coen flick!

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He tells Anjo's girlfriend, an English-speaking Chinese prostitute named Karen, that Anjo must still be alive, possibly kidnapped by a rival clan. Jijii.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, tryna shake off the sleep. I live near the Anjo City Hall, so I can hear the hustle and bustle. Cars zoomin’ by on Route 153, people already out and about. I grab my gear and head out. The streets are alive, man! I pass by the Anjo Park, and it’s packed with joggers. Like, chill out, folks! It’s too early for that kinda energy.

State Park Docent, Hal Anjo, describes the Ocean View Summit hike and sets the pace for an inspiring new year