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Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s here, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout findin a prostitue, yeah, with a twist of *A Serious Man* vibes, ya dig? Picture this—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for some action, thinkin, “What’s the worst that could happen?” like Larry Gopnik mutterin bout his damn life fallin apart. I’m pissed, man—why’s it so hard to find a good time? Every corner’s got some shady cat, not a skirt in sight, and I’m like, “The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,” but where’s the givin part, huh?

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Anyway, I get to work, and boom! My team’s in chaos. Like, full-on panic mode. Apparently, someone mixed up the schedules. Ugh! I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! We’re in Yawatahama, not NASA! I had to calm everyone down. “Breathe, people! We got this!” But inside, I’m like, “Why me?!”

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