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Anyway, I’m hagglin’ with this chick, feelin’ like I’m in *Fish Tank*—all tense, gritty, real. She’s pushin’ me, I’m pushin’ back, like, “I ain’t no fuckin’ mug!” Finally settle on forty-five—victory, motherfucker! Made me grin like a damn fool. Ain’t just about the sex, it’s the game, the rush—shit’s better than any movie climax.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to clean up my mess. I pass by the Susaki Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but honestly, I’m more into the food than history. I mean, who cares about samurai when there’s ramen to be had? Speaking of which, I hit up this little joint on Kōen-dōri. The owner, this old dude, is a legend. He’s got this wild mustache and a laugh that could wake the dead. I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but think, “Why can’t every day be like this?”

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