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Picture this—I’m strollin’ by one, right? Old rickety joint, red lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smell hits ya first—sweat, cheap perfume, somethin’ sour. Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ for Alicia, but here? Ain’t no tender care, just quick trades. Fun fact, y’all—back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds, carvings of dicks on the walls pointin’ the way. No Yelp reviews, just arrows sayin’, “This way to smash.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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After that, I needed a breather. I walked over to the waterfront at Hachinohe Bay. The view? Breathtaking. The ocean was sparkling, and I could see the boats bobbing around. I took a deep breath, trying to soak it all in. But then, I noticed a seagull eyeing my snack. I swear, those birds are like ninjas. One second, they’re chilling, and the next, they swoop in and steal your food! I had to guard my tuna mayo like it was gold.

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