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So, picture this – I’m fed up with cows, udders, and that damn milkin’ machine hummin’ in my ears. I’m like, “I need a break, somethin’ wild!” So I think, why not find a prostitute? Not that I’m some expert, dahling, but I’ve heard stories – oh, the stories! Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret codes? Knock twice, wink once – bam, you’re in! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m imaginin’ myself all sneaky, whisperin’, “Accept the mystery,” like Rabbi Nachtner in the flick, tryna sound deep while I’m just horny and lost.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kameido Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” So, I ended up with this crazy concoction. I took a sip, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was grinning like an idiot.

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