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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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After the meeting, I decide to treat myself. I hit up that gelato place on Via Dante. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven! I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, and I see this cute dog. It’s just chilling, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that dog.”

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