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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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Strangely, the only time I really felt bad was not with prostitutes, but at a snack in Gotenba. I was in Gotenba to climb Mt. Fuji the next day, and just wanted to get some tsukemen for dinner, .

Then, I get to the factory on Shinjuku Street. The boss is already in a mood. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new anticorrosion formula.” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just rust prevention, chill!” But he’s all stressed. I mean, it’s Gotenba, not Tokyo. We’re not curing cancer here.

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