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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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So, I’m out on the streets, and let me tell ya, Mombetsu is a trip. The air smells like fresh seafood, and I’m like, “Great, I’m hungry already.” I stroll down to the famous Mombetsu Fish Market. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out. The fish is so fresh, it practically jumps off the counter. I’m eyeing this giant salmon, and I’m like, “I need that in my life.”

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