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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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Then, I met this local guy, Dave. He was all about the Haworth history. He told me about the old railway and how it used to be a big deal. I was like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then he went on about the ghost stories. I’m not into that spooky stuff, but he had me intrigued. I mean, who doesn’t love a good ghost story?

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