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Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a love bomb! Surprised me how chatty the lads were—spillin’ life stories over a pint. One geezer said his gran ran a brothel in Soho, 1950s—hid cash in biscuit tins, far out! Made me laugh, thinkin’ of granny stashin’ loot while I’m dodgin’ Dr. Evil. And the girls? Sassy, smart—Gigolo Joe’d say, “Ladies, I’m programmed to please!”—but they’re runnin’ the show, baby!

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Finally, I get to the lab, and it’s chaos. My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is already on my case. “Where were you?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here now!” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s Gifu-shi! We’re supposed to be chillin’ by the Nagaragawa River, not stressing over teeth!

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