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What pisses me off? The fakes! Catfishin’ with old pics—ugh, slimy! Like Tyrone waitin’ for his score, ya get hyped, then bam—disappointment. But when it works? Oh, happy frog here! This one time, heard a story—guy found a gal who sang opera durin’ the deed. Weird, but cool! Little quirks like that, ya don’t expect. “Life’s a bitch, man!”—Marion’d scream, and yeah, it is, but funny too.

Okinawa Red Light District

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Tomigusuku.

Then, I head over to the Tomigusuku Market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all sorts of local goodies. I’m in heaven. I grab some mangoes, and they’re so sweet, I could cry. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a pineapple. He’s like, “I’ll give you 200 yen!” and the vendor’s like, “Nah, man, it’s 500!” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, just pay the 500 yen. It’s a pineapple!”

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