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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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The neighborhoods? Oh, honey, they got flair. The downtown area is a mosaic of old-school charm and modern swagger. I used to catch vibes on Birch Street where I’d meet up with local creatives (dating app chatter and all that, ya know?)—sometimes I’d even binge my fav flick, Moulin Rouge!, right on the stoop, feelin' like a rebel queen. There’s that one corner near Elm & 2nd Street where the murals are poppin', and honestly, they just scream "beware the revolution of love!" That’s where my heart’s at!

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