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I finally spot this gal, right? She struttin’, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience. I hollered, “Hey, sugar, you workin’?” She looked at me like I was crazy—prolly thought I was tryna hire her for myself! I said, “Naw, it’s for this fool!” Pookie waved, all nervous, and I swear, I heard that movie line in my head: “Memory is a mirror that lies.” ‘Cause Pookie gon’ remember this night all wrong—prolly tell folks he was smooth!

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Appellant's refusal to testify, taken alone, would not justify a finding that prostitution was practiced in the hotel from which she received a monetary benefit.

But then, as I’m slurping my noodles, I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. JUGGLING! In the middle of Ikeda! I’m like, “What is happening today?” I swear, he drops a ball, and it rolls right into the street. I’m half-expecting a car to run it over, but nope! A kid grabs it. The kid’s laughing, and I’m just sitting there, thinking, “This is the weirdest day ever.”

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