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Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, talk bout brothel now! Very nice! I see this place, yeah, like in “Wolf of Wall Street” – money, party, girls evrywhere! I go in, smell like cheap parfum and sweat, hahaha, make me dizzy, yes! Brothel in my country, not so fancy, but here? Woah, like mansion, big boobs, big dreams, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” I yell in head, like Jordan Belfort, hehehe.

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First off, I hit the streets of Inba. The sun was blazin’ down on me like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a sauna! I strolled down the main drag, Chuo Dori, and the vibe was electric. People buzzin’ around, cars honkin’, and the smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air. I could’ve sworn I heard someone yellin’ “Oishii!” from a food stall. I was like, “Yeah, I feel ya!”

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