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Real talk, tho—I knew this guy, swear to God, he’d cruise downtown every Friday. Called it “window shoppin’.” Told me once, “Phil, it’s like fishin’—you wait, you bait, you pray.” I’m like, “Man, you’re nastier’n a skunk in a henhouse!” He’d laugh, say, “A man’s got needs!” Yeah, well, so’s a dog, but you don’t see Fido payin’ for it! Made me wanna slap him upside the head, but I just shook mine instead.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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