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But real talk—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re tough as nails, mate—seen shit we can’t imagine. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, then I remember, nah, Dr. Evil don’t hug! Still, respect, y’know? They’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, dealin’ with creeps—angry as hell some days, ‘cos the world’s unfair, innit? “What is real?”—like Monica says in the film—whores are realer than most, I reckon.

Koshu: The Depths of Aged Sake

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I walk in, and the place is packed. I squeeze into a corner, order some sake, and just chill. The vibe is great. People are laughing, eating, and I’m just soaking it all in. Then, this guy next to me starts talking about the Koshu grape festival. I’m like, “Dude, I just blasted paint, not grapes!” But he’s so hyped about it, I can’t help but smile.

High Hopes for Japan's Wine in the Old World