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What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the Yakage Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a lil’ history? But honestly, it was just a bunch of rocks. I was like, “C’mon, where’s the castle?” I was ready for knights and dragons, not just... rocks. But hey, the view from the top was dope. You could see the whole city, and it was kinda pretty.

Reenact history at Yakage's fabled daimyo festival