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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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Mark Robinson, who has lived in Tokyo for decades, gives www.facebook.com an insight into his favorite haunts in downtown Tokyo.

First off, I head to the shop on Sakae Street. Got a bunch of orders piled up. I’m a carpenter, ya know? Wood, nails, saws—my jam. But today? Nah, not so much. I’m cuttin’ this piece of cedar, and BAM! The saw kicks back. Almost took my finger off! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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