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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Then, I wandered over to the Takanabe Shrine. It’s this peaceful spot, and I thought, “Hey, let’s meditate.” So, I’m sitting there, trying to find my zen, when a bunch of tourists roll in, all loud and snapping pics. I’m like, “C’mon, people! This is a sacred place!” But whatever, I guess they’re just excited. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

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