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So, we get to business—quick, messy, no romance, y’all. Ain’t no Hollywood glow. She’s countin’ the cash, I’m countin’ my regrets. Little fun fact—did ya know some prostitutes in old Europe used to signal with red ribbons? Ties right into *The White Ribbon* vibe, huh? Spooky stuff! I’m sittin’ there after, feelin’ half proud, half dirty, and 100% like I need a shower. “The sin remains hidden,” like Haneke says, and I’m prayin’ it stays that way.

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So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I stumble upon this street market on Shōwa-dōri. Food stalls everywhere! I’m talkin’ takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer, and this dude next to me starts talkin’ about how he’s a “yakitori connoisseur.” Like, bro, it’s grilled chicken, not fine wine! But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

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