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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Then, I headed over to the Higashimatsushima Fish Market. Oh man, the smell hit me like a brick wall. But in a good way? I guess? I tried some fresh sashimi. It was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was happy again! But then, I saw a guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s a fish! Just buy it!

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