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So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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Bamboo Stick Fishing To a fishing village in Samut Songkram he goes! Oz takes on a local fisherman who uses sea snails and bamboo sticks to.

Fish-Hawk has mad quirks. The alley near the corner of Maple and 9th, it's all worn-down brick with eclectic tunes from a hidden café—man, I sometimes get lost in thought there, just thinking ‘bout where all the souls come from, all that cosmic jazz.

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