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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man—folks pay her then preach purity. Happy? When she smirked at me once—pure sass, like a piranha bitin’ back. Surprised? Found out some prostitutes in history were spies—codename “Catfish,” slippin’ through secrets! Ain’t that wild? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my brew, thinkin’, “She’s a goddamn legend,” while *Melancholia*’s Justine says, “I know things.” Bet she does too—more than us schmucks.

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These are not houses of prostitution, rather they are places where you can go and talk to a woman, have her make your drinks, massage your ego.

After that, I decide to hit up the Kutchan Onsen. I need to relax, right? So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this sign for a new ramen shop on Yamada Street. I’m like, “Ramen? Yes, please!” I go in, and it’s packed. I’m waiting forever. I’m getting hangry, you know? Finally, I get my bowl, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I slurp it down like a beast.

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