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Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

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Then, I head over to Perry Road. It’s this cute little street with all these old buildings. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s picturesque! But then, I see this sign for a tea shop. I’m like, “Ooh, tea time!” I go in, and the lady behind the counter is super nice. She’s like, “Try our matcha!” I’m all in. But then, I take a sip, and it’s like drinking grass. I’m trying to be polite, but my face says it all. She’s like, “You don’t like it?” I’m like, “No, it’s great!” (Liar, liar, pants on fire.)

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