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Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

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So, I’m leavin’ the museum, and I decide to stroll down Kōnan-cho. The streets are narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? Little shops everywhere. I pop into this tiny ramen joint. Best decision ever! The broth was so rich, I thought I’d die and go to noodle heaven. I slurped it down like a champ.

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