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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Then, I get a call. My buddy Kenji’s in trouble. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl at the Shirakawa Art Museum and ended up spilling paint all over himself. Classic Kenji, right? I rush over there, and he’s lookin’ like a rainbow exploded. I can’t stop laughin’. He’s like, “Help me, man!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a walking masterpiece!”

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