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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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Onoda would always attempt dirty talk with you, only to end up feeling embarrassed and ridiculous for trying and apologizing profusely for acting so immaturely.

After that, I decide to check out some shops on Shinmachi Street. I’m looking for some cool merch to bring back. I walk into this little boutique, and the owner is super chatty. She starts telling me about the history of Onoda. Apparently, it used to be a coal mining town. Who knew? I’m thinking, “Coal? In this cute little place?” But she’s so passionate about it, I can’t help but get into it.

Hiroo Onoda, Japanese soldier who long refused to surrender, dies at 91