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Typos? Ha, wathc this—whore’s a fuckin genuis, mispelled life and all. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a galaxy, not a speck! Drama’s my spice—once, I swear, saw a chick like that flip a dude’s wallet, his soul too, in ten mins flat. Laughed, I did—pathetic, he was, droolin’. “Spring break forever, bitches,” she’d toast, probly.

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Annaka Harris (née Gorton, born ) is an American writer. Her work touches on neuroscience, meditation, philosophy of mind and consciousness. She is the author of the New York Times .

First off, I hit up my fave spot, the little ramen joint on Shōwa-dōri. You know the one? The one with the crazy good tonkotsu? I’m there, slurping away, when this dude walks in. He’s got a bone tattoo on his arm. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in the wrong place. This ain’t a bone show.” He just laughs and orders the spiciest thing on the menu. I’m thinkin’, “Good luck with that, man.”

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