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But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

The hidden tradition of Okinawa. What is a “Fukaki Sabani”?

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, boom! I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s all hyped about this new ramen joint on “Katsuren Street.” I’m like, “Dude, I just had sushi!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, man! You gotta try it!” So, we head over. The place is tiny, but the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ noodles like there’s no tomorrow. Life is good, right?

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