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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

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I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Nakashibetsu’s main street. It’s called “Kawaii Café” or something. I walk in, dripping wet, and the barista just stares at me. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m the head of a lab, not a wet dog.” I order a latte, and while I’m waiting, I notice this adorable cat chilling on the counter. I mean, who doesn’t love a cat? It’s like a little fluffy therapist.

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