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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Shit’s wild out there, like Daniel Plainview diggin’ for oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m thinkin’, “I drink your milkshake!” when I roll up on these streets, seein’ the hustle. You gotta know, back in ‘79, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—hookers on every corner, man, like flies on shit. Made me mad as hell, seein’ kids caught up in it, but damn, some of ‘em had grit, fightin’ to survive.

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So, I roll into Onomichi, right? First thing I notice is the hills. Like, whoa! They’re everywhere! I’m used to rolling fields, not these steep climbs. I’m huffin’ and puffin’ like I just chased a runaway sheep. I hit up the famous Onomichi Ramen shop on the main street, Senkōji-dōri. Man, that broth? Pure magic! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days.

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