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Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, insurance investi-gator, and I’m here to talk about this damn brothel mess. Respect my authoritah! So, this shady joint—smells like cheap perfume and bad decisions. I’m investigatin’ claims, right? Some dumbass says he slipped on a “mysterious wet spot” and broke his stupid neck. Yeah, sure, buddy, that’s what they all say in a damn brothel! I’m thinkin’, “This is the end, beautiful friend,” like in *Melancholia*—total chaos, just waitin’ to crash.

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Finally, I get my latte, and I’m feeling good. I head over to the Fukiage Shrine. It’s so peaceful there. I mean, who doesn’t love a little zen before a crazy day? I’m taking a moment, and then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously?! I’m like, “Really, dude?!”