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No one is going to mind if I indulge in some people watching. No, not even when it involves me double parking in the middle of the road with my hazard lights on. This is where I'm supposed to be, sitting in my car and looking into shop windows. People drive around me, it's expected. They know I have this habit of looking into a particular sausage shop where I'll see cute Japanese girls eating on stools by the window. Silent conversations through layers of glass. All smiles. Lots of sausage. There's something incredibly fascinating about watching a cute, hip Japanese girl wolfing down a bratwurst like she was merely breathing it in. The two things, they just don't seem to mesh. German dogs, Japanese cats. Oil and water. Some how the grease and the beauty find a way to offset their differences.

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