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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You don’t just waltz up and say, “Hey, how’s it hangin’?” Nah, it’s a hustle. Back in the day, word is, folks used coded ads in newspapers—little known fact, right? “Roses for sale,” they’d write, but ain’t nobody buyin’ flowers, fam! Sneaky as hell, made me chuckle. Reminds me of Chihiro, lost in that weird-ass spirit world, dodgin’ tricks and traps. You gotta be sharp, or you’re screwed.

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I kept walkin’ and decided to hit up the Hamada Castle ruins. It’s like, a must-see, ya know? The view from up there is sick! But when I got there, it was packed. Like, a million tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s a castle, not a photo booth!” But I guess I can’t blame ‘em. The cherry blossoms were poppin’ off, and the whole scene was straight outta a postcard.

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