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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Then, I head over to the Hofu City Hall. Gotta pick up some paperwork. I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ FOREVER. Like, c’mon, lady! I got places to be! Finally, she finishes, and I’m up. I hand over my stuff, and the clerk looks at me like I’m speakin’ Martian. “You need this form, too.” Ugh! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! I’m about to lose it, but I just smile and nod. Gotta keep it cool, right?

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