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What gets me blood boilin’, though? The hypocrisy! Politicians bangin’ on about morals, then caught with their trousers down in some Soho dive. Makes me wanna dunk their heads in the deep end and hold ‘em there. But then, I’m happy too – coz brothels, they’re honest, ain’t they? No faff, no “let’s date first” bollocks – just cash, bang, ta-ra. Brutal, beautiful truth. “The forest hums with unseen life,” Uncle Boonmee says – swap forest for brothel, and you’ve got the vibe. Hidden, pulsing, alive.

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First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kiyomizu Street. Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. Best way to start the day, no doubt. I’m munching on my rice balls, and I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, just chillin’ on a bench. He’s feeding the pigeons. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.”

Japanese and Chinese diplomats discuss bilateral summit