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Now, findin’ one? Tricky as a two-step with no rhythm. You can’t just yell, “Hey, who’s for hire?” I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’. Maybe hit a shady bar—y’know, where the jukebox skips. Or—wild thought—check them old phone booths! Heard some gals still leave cards there. Ain’t that a kick? Like findin’ treasure in a junk drawer.

I watch movies, I write some crap

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Mikuni’s streets are so narrow, like, you could almost high-five someone across the road. I’m dodging bikes and old ladies with their shopping carts. It’s a whole obstacle course. And then, I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.”

All-you-can-eat sushi spot moving to former Mikuni site in Sacramento. When will it open?