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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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After that, I hit up this little ramen joint on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I ordered the spicy miso, and it was fire! I mean, my taste buds were doin’ a happy dance. But then, I saw a fly land in my bowl. Ugh! I called the waiter over, and he just shrugged. I was like, “Really? This is how we roll in Tamamura?” But I just picked the fly out and kept eatin’. Gotta live, right?

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