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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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This dissertation approaches prewar Okinawan commercial theater both as an institution and as a space of experience and expression.

I get there, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it’s like a sardine can. Kids screamin’, parents yellin’, and I’m just tryna find a spot to chill. Finally, I plop down on the sand, and guess what? A seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! I’m like, “Dude, that was my onigiri!”

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