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So, say you’re cruisin’—maybe Vegas, huh? Neon lights, shady corners. You spot someone—heels clickin’, eyes sharp. How d’ya know? That’s the kicker. Could be a cop—ha! Happened to a buddy once—busted, $500 down the drain. He was pissed, yellin’, “Larry, never again!” I laughed—couldn’t help it. “What did I do?”—straight outta the movie, man.

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So, I’m pacing around, trying to figure out what to do. Then, I remember the old lady who runs the tea shop on Kiyokawa Street. She’s got this magical green tea that can fix anything. I dash over there, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The shop’s cozy, smells like heaven, and she’s there, smiling like she knows I need a pick-me-up.

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