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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, folks! I’m all “I’m ready!” but then—bam!—some crusty crab tries overchargin’ me. Made me madder than Squidward on clarinet day! I’m like, “Buddy, I ain’t payin’ 50 clams fer that!” Little known fact: back in ol’ port towns, they’d signal with red lanterns—sneaky, right? Got me thinkin’, “Is this chick hidin’ a lantern somewhere?” Haha, nautical nonsense!

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Then, I finally found my way out and decided to grab some food. I went to this little joint on Kawai Street. Best ramen ever! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. The broth was rich, and the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven. But then, this kid next to me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just ramen!” But then I realized, maybe he just wanted the last piece of chashu.

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