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Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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Fukayacho, located in Saitama, Japan, presents an ecological haven amidst an urban .

Then, I head to my office on Takamatsu Street. It’s a small place, but we’re a tight crew. I walk in, and my buddy Kenji is already ranting about the latest anime. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We got work to do!” But he’s all hyped up about this new series. I can’t even keep up.