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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Next, I hit up Hase-dera Temple. The gardens there? Stunning! I’m talkin’ cherry blossoms, koi ponds, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ zen, ya know? But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the pond. I’m like, “Bro, chill! Those fish are vibin’!” I mean, come on!

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