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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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Next, I decide to hit up the Ibaraki Botanical Garden. I’m thinking, “Nature will calm me down.” But no! It’s packed with families. Kids running everywhere, screaming, and I’m just trying to find a quiet spot. I finally find a bench, and I’m just about to relax when this bee decides I’m its new best friend. I’m swatting it away like, “Get off me, dude!”

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