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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

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But then, I get lost. Like, how do you get lost in Fuji? I’m wanderin’ around, and I’m like, “Where’s the train station?” I’m startin’ to panic. I ask this old lady, and she just smiles and points. I’m like, “Thanks, but I need directions, not a smile!”

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