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Sniffin’ around X posts lately—wild stuff! Dudes braggin’ ‘bout “hiring pros,” ugh, gross. Saw one guy sayin’ it’s “empowerin’”—yeah, right, pal. Sarcasm much? Made me growl, like, really?! But then—ruh-roh!—found a sad story. Girl in Vegas, 19, ran from home. Ended up there, broke my heart. Reminds me, “Evil doesn’t sleep,” from the flick. True dat.

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The place was almost empty due to the late hour but Tsuzuki knew if he managed to lip till Watari's lab, he would probably find him there.

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

Watari a casual, fun spot for fresh, fast sushi — and lots of it