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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

We start hiking up the trail. It’s steep, but I’m pumped. Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked, and so are my tourists. They’re whining, “What do we do?” I’m like, “Welcome to mountain life, folks!” But inside, I’m fuming. I didn’t sign up for a water park adventure.

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