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Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, boom! I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s all hyped about this new ramen joint on “Katsuren Street.” I’m like, “Dude, I just had sushi!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, man! You gotta try it!” So, we head over. The place is tiny, but the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ noodles like there’s no tomorrow. Life is good, right?

Fig. 1. Itoman’s classifi cation of acetabular bone defects 2,3