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I’d be strollin, hair all poofed up, mutterin, “Hmm… he’s not my lover,” like in the movie, but swap “lover” for “pimp”—ha! Imagine me sidesteppin some sleazy dude, “Oh no ya don’t, buster!” Prolly get all weepy too, thinkin bout how she’s got no Mr. Chow to sweep her off her feet. That movie’s all bout what ain’t said, right? But here, it’s loud—catcalls, hagglin over prices, no mystery, just cold hard cash.

Tokyo: the business center

First off, I hit up Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the main drag. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that little joint, Café Motru. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a festival! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-step coffee. I’m losing it. Just gimme a black coffee, man!

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