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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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So, I settle for a plain old onigiri. Not the same vibe, but whatever. I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Matsubushi’s got this charm, ya know? The little shops, the old folks chillin’ at the park, and the kids playing soccer on the side of the road. It’s like a scene from a movie, but then BAM! Reality hits.

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