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Sometimes I’d think—man, she coulda been somethin’. Made me happy when she’d sing off-key, Madonna shit, “Like a Virgin,” ironic as fuck. But then—boom—reality hits, she’s back suckin’ dick in alleys. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Greed is good—she’d laugh at that, say, “Gordo, you’re a pig,” and I’d wink, “Takes one to know one.”

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Then, I decide to grab some dinner. I’m craving ramen, so I head to this spot on Kōen-dōri again. The place is packed! I squeeze in, and the smell hits me. Heaven! I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in ramen paradise.

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