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Hey babe, so I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know? Like, what’s the tea on that? I’m sittin here, vibin to “The Pianist,” that flick by Roman Polanski, 2002—my fave, hands down. Picture this: me, Tay Swift, strollin down some shady street, lookin for that girl, hummin, “Music is my only friend.” Straight outta the movie, right? I’m all emotional, thinkin bout Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin those keys, and here I am—searchin for a hookup in the dark.

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But then, I get a whiff of something funky. Like, really funky. I follow my nose, and it leads me to this alley off of Kōen-dōri. And there it is—a trash can overflowing with old ramen. I’m gagging, man. Who throws away ramen? That’s a crime! I’m ready to call the food police.

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