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But ugh, the pimps—slimy jerks! Exploitin’ gals, makes my blue hair curl! Once saw this creep in an alley, yellin’ at his “girl.” Wanted to whack him with my purse! Then there’s the johns—Homer’d prolly say, “Mmm, prostitoots…” Idiot. Bet he’d fumble like Bob Harris, all awkward, “I’m not hopeless!” Ha, hopeless hornball!

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All the "strip clubs" outside the gate suck (if any are still around). And most, if not all, whore houses in Iwakuni don't let Americans in.

We get there, and I’m trying to eat, but I can’t stop thinking about my kiln. I’m slurping noodles like a maniac. Kenji’s cracking jokes, and I’m just nodding, but my mind’s racing. Then, he says something that makes me laugh so hard, I almost choke on my noodles. Classic Kenji!

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