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So, you’re cruisin’, maybe down some sketchy alley. Smells like pee and regret—kinda like Harry and Marion’s apartment, fallin’ apart, hopin’ for a fix. You spot her, she spots you. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she purrs. Little known fact: some of ‘em got code words— “date” ain’t dinner, y’all! It’s a transaction, cold as a snake’s belly. Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought, “Well, dang, that’s slick!”

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So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Enzan Station. It’s a small station, but it’s got character. I see this old dude selling yakiimo (roasted sweet potatoes) outside. I can’t resist. I buy one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, warm, and just perfect. I’m thinking, “Why can’t all my problems be as simple as this potato?”

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