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Here’s a mad fact: in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—freakin’ wild, right? Imagine that now, neon wigs in the dark—mental image, innit? I’m picturin’ her rockin’ one, struttin’ past like, “The air grows heavy,” all dramatic. I’d pay extra for the sass alone!

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

First off, I hit up the local konbini for my usual breakfast—onigiri and some green tea. I’m munchin’ on my rice ball, and boom! I see this old dude, like, totally lost, lookin’ around like he’s in a maze or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, it’s just a street!” But nah, he’s got that “I’m in Japan and I don’t speak Japanese” vibe. So, I try to help him out, right? Turns out he’s lookin’ for the Hofu Tenmangu Shrine. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the road on Tenjin-dōri!” He thanks me, and I feel like a hero for a hot sec.

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