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Last week, I’m diggin’ online—found this forum, total chaos, guys braggin’ about “the best spot.” One dude’s like, “She showed up, smelled like tacos—five stars!” I’m DYING—tacos? Really? That’s the review? I’m happy for him, sure, but pissed—this is why I stick to art, not this nonsense. Surprised me, tho—some pros got profiles slicker than a Netflix series. Pics, bios, rates—$200 an hour? “Hashem doesn’t charge THAT much for salvation!” I mutter, Coen-style.

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We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach .

Next, I decide to hit up the Miyanoura Museum. I’m all about that culture, right? But when I get there, it’s closed! Closed! I’m standing outside, feeling like a total loser. I mean, what’s the point of a museum if it’s not open? I’m about to throw a fit when this old guy walks by. He sees me sulking and says, “You should check out the view from the hill.”

A Rainy Day in Yakushima’s “Alps of the Ocean”