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Little factoid for ya—Japan’s got this “soapland” gig. Girls lather ya up, slippin’ and slidin’, erotic as fu—freak. Started post-war, soldiers wanted fun, boom, industry born. Wild, right? Imagine Zvyagintsev filmin’ that—gritty, dark, some dude mutterin’, “This is my fate.” Me, I’d be cacklin’, “Fate? Gimme another round!” Oh, and don’t get me started on the oils—coconut, jasmine, whatever—smells like heaven, feels like sin. Gets me goin’, but then I’m broke, cryin’ over my wallet. Worth it? Hell yea.

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First off, I hit up Market Street for brekkie. You know, the usual—bacon butty and a cuppa. But the café was packed! Like, who knew Hoylake had so many early risers? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this old bloke in front of me is taking his sweet time. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, it’s just a sarnie!” Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious. Crispy bacon, soft bread—heaven!

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