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Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

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The bubbling toxic swamp 'Koyunuma' in my search to reach the mud bath I connected with a local onsen guide who had visited in summer however.

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit drained. I grab a quick lunch at this little joint on Shinhama Street. Best ramen ever! I mean, it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ away, and this old guy next to me starts talkin’ about the Kushiro River. He’s all like, “You know, it’s the longest river in Hokkaido.” I’m nodding, but I’m really just thinkin’ about that ramen.

Record-breaking snowfall disrupts daily life in northern Japan’s Hokkaido