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D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s like that scene in “25th Hour” where Monty’s just wanderin’, lost, lookin’ for somethin’ real. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, why’s it so damn tricky? Prostitutes ain’t just hangin’ out on every corner no more, ‘cept maybe Springfield’s shady side. You gotta know the spots, man! Like, there’s this one time, I swear, I saw this chick near Moe’s Tavern, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a donut’s lifespan. I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just sellin’ fake Rolexes. D’oh! Total letdown.

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After the onsen, I was feelin’ pretty good. So, I hit up a local izakaya on Shibukawa’s main street. Ordered some yakitori and a couple of beers. The vibe was chill, and the food was bomb. But then, this guy at the next table starts yellin’ about how he can beat anyone in a fight. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in an izakaya, not a ring!” But hey, I’m a gladiator, so I’m always down for a challenge.

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