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Dog Days in Hotlanta – Chapter 33: Making Waves

All it took was another phone call. I didn’t even have to say anything, just call and hang up as soon as she connected, and she was right in the right location before I even got here. That is, here at the abandoned boardwalk arcade, same as last time. And the person I contacted is Nami, that blue-haired thug working for the Japanese mafia who really did a number on me the first time we…