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Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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All the rooms and the walls were filthy. I will get tested if I keep feeling bad, though I think it might have been natural bacteria.

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I was supposed to meet a client at the Atami Station. You know, the one that’s all busy and stuff? Yeah, I rolled in like a total mess. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the Atami Sun Beach?

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