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I’d be all sneaky, peekin’ at X posts—prolly some shady dude tweetin’, “Hot babes here!” I’d click it, prolly get a virus, scream, “MY COMPUTER’S PREGANANT!” Made me mad once—some jerk scammed me with a fake gal pic. Total catfish! But then, I found this one chick—real sweet, smelled like pineapple. Happy vibes, man! Reminded me of that movie line, “I talk to her every day,” ‘cept I’m like, “I paid her every day!” Hehe, kidding—maybe.

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This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

After that, I finally get a break. I step outside onto the bustling streets of Tama. The smell of yakitori from a nearby stall hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this street performer on the corner of Komae and Kawai. He’s juggling and singing, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream!”

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