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So, I’m out there, right—downtown, lights flashin’, kinda sketchy. Reminds me of when I was a kid in Scranton, sneakin’ around with my buddies, lookin’ for trouble. We’d see these gals, heels clickin’, and I’d think, “Whoa, they’re livin’ fast!” Now, here’s a fact—did ya know the oldest gig like this goes back to ancient Mesopotamia? Yeah, temple gals, sacred and sassy—blows my mind! History’s wild, folks.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Asakawa shopping district. You know, the one with all the cute shops and street food? I’m strollin’ around, and I see this little ramen joint. The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “I need this in my life.” So, I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good.

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