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But ugh, the stench of it all—sweat, desperation, like a cave full o’ dead fish. Reminds me o’ them dark ops in the film, all sneaky and rotten. Ever wonder how they sleep? Prostitutes, I mean. Bet they don’t—haunted, they is, by every grubby hand. We hates it! Hates how it’s old as dirt too—back in Rome, they had ‘em marked with tattoos, little known fact that! Branded like cattle, makes me spit.

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So, I left the museum feeling kinda bummed. But then, I stumbled upon this street vendor on Takamatsu Street. He was selling yakitori, and let me tell ya, it smelled AMAZING. I got a skewer, and OMG, it was life-changing. Juicy, smoky, and just the right amount of char. I was in heaven!

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