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Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

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Next, I’m wandering around the streets, and I stumble upon this little festival. There’s food everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, maybe 5 years old, and he’s got this giant cotton candy. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just stares at me, like I’m some weirdo. Rude!

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