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But then—ooh, chile—I got happy real quick. She wasn’t no ordinary worker, nah. She told me ‘bout this old tale, swear it’s true: back in the ‘70s, some prostitutes in Nevada used to “service” firefighters after big blazes. Little known fact, y’all! They’d roll up in vans, callin’ it “relief for the heroes.” I was shocked—jaw dropped, eyes big as dinner plates. “The forest is full of spirits,” she says, quotin’ Boonmee like she knew it. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you a hooker or a philosopher?”

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I no longer knew where to find Oma. Just as I was about to leave, I saw one of Oma's friends walking towards me. "Excuse me," I said.

Next, I hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and street food. I’m eyeing this yakitori stand, drooling like a dog. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

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