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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Honjo MN, Iwayama K, Kudoh H. Annual transcriptome dynamics doi: / McLean MW, Hooker G, Staicu AM, Scheipl F, Ruppert D.

Then, I had to meet a client at the Honjo City Hall. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But nooo, I got lost. Like, how do you get lost in a city that’s not even that big? I ended up on a side street, and I swear, I saw a cat just chilling on a bike. Like, what’s that cat’s life? I’m over here stressing, and this cat’s just vibing.

Renowned Medical Scientist Tasuku Honjo to Speak at UC San Diego March 15