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Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

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First stop, the local market on Chuo-dori. I’m strolling, feeling all proud of my shepherd self. But then, I see this dude selling these crazy-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m like, “Bro, is that a radish or a space alien?” He just laughs. I’m like, “Okay, cool, but I’m not buying that.”

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