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Little fact for ya—didja know some old ports had secret codes? Whistles, knocks—bam, you’re in with the workin’ girls! Ain’t that wild? History’s got jokes. Anyway, she’s sizin’ me up, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is my kinda chaos!” Then—boom—some drunk stumbles over, yellin’. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! I’m like, “Back off, fishbreath!” He scrambles—hilarious.

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An ordinary clerk hires a gorgeous prostitute for one night. When that night is over, he doesn't want to let her go. She agrees to stay with him, but her boss.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake off the soy sauce shame. I pass by the Mori Art Museum, and I’m like, “Dude, I should check that out.” But nah, I’m not in the mood for art. I’m more of a “let’s eat everything” kinda person.

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