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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Takasaki’s main street, Takamatsu-dori. Grabbed a coffee and some onigiri. You know, the usual breakfast of champions. But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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