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So, yer swipin, heart racin—ooh, she’s fit! But wait, the psychology kicks in—yer brain’s screamin, “This ain’t just sex, it’s power!” Makes me mad, coz society’s messed up—ppl judge, but they’re all hypocrites. I’m like, “We’re all animals here!”—straight outta Cronenberg’s flick. That line, “You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” hits different when yer payin for company. Sad, innit?

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He set out to Lubang Island in , with the intent of finding Onoda. Prostitutes along the way accepted jerricans as payment. A few fully loaded.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kawaguchi Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that fresh life. I’m strolling through, and bam! I trip over a crate of sweet potatoes. Like, who puts a crate in the middle of the walkway? I’m just trying to get my merch game on, and I’m face-to-face with a potato. Not cool, man.

Hiroo Onoda, Japan’s last WWII straggler; at 91