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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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A pimp with no other means to provide for himself finds his life spiraling out of control when his prostitute is sent to prison.

Then, I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I spot this little food stall. You know, the kind that smells like heaven? I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the takoyaki!” But the lady behind the counter? She’s got a serious case of the grumps. I’m trying to be all friendly, and she just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m just here for the food!

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