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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the Katsuyama Castle. It’s this beautiful old thing, right? But today, it was swarming with tourists. I mean, I get it, it’s a castle, but can’t a guy just enjoy some peace? I’m standing there, trying to take a pic, and this kid runs right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to capture your face in my memory!”

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