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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute—man, it’s a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like, whoa, this ain’t no “Almost Famous” vibe, ya know? That movie’s my jam—rockstars, groupies, all that wild 70s chaos. “I am a golden god!”—ha, love that line! But this? This is diff’rent, dirtier, realer. Prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels—called ‘em lupanars, fancy, huh? Little fact for ya, doc!

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After that, I stroll down to the Ozora Art Museum. It’s a small gem, but man, the exhibits are wild. There’s this one piece that’s just a giant banana. Like, what? I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s art or just a snack gone rogue. I overhear some hipster saying, “It’s a commentary on consumerism.” I roll my eyes. Dude, it’s a banana. Chill.

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