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I see her—short skirt, eyes sharp, movin like she owns the block. “She’s got a pistol in her purse,” I think, quotin Robert Ford’s sneaky ass. I’m sweatin, heart racin—half excited, half pissed at myself for overthinkin it. What if she robs me? What if she’s a cop? Man, I’m trippin. “You’re too late, mister,” she says, sassy as hell, and I’m like, “Nah, I’m right on time, baby girl.” She laughs—score! That’s my in.

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After that little fiasco, I finally make it to this ramen joint on Kawai Street. OMG, the smell! It’s like heaven in a bowl. I order the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I’m slurping away, and this random guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out he’s a local artist. We bond over our love for food and how Itsukaichi is underrated. Like, why isn’t this place on more travel lists?

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