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So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I duck into a little shop on Sannomachi, and it’s this cute place selling traditional crafts. I’m browsing around, and I find this cool little trinket. I’m thinking, “This’ll make a great gift!” But then, I realize I left my wallet in the other jacket. Classic me again!

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