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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

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So, I’m walking, grumbling about my wet shoes, when I spot this little ramen shop on Koori’s backstreets. I’m starving, right? I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I mean, I could’ve cried. The broth was rich, the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven.

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