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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right, trying to snag some fresh sushi. I finally get to the stand, and this old lady is haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just standing there, waiting, and she’s like, “You young folks don’t know good fish!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want some tuna!”

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