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So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Misasa Onsen. The steam rising from the water is like a scene from a movie. I’m feelin’ all zen, ya know? But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re all confused, lookin’ at the signs. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s not rocket science!” But I help ‘em out. Turns out, they’re from the States. They’re super stoked about the onsen. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

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