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Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

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After that, I head to the famous Kurume Ramen street. I’m starving! I order a bowl, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. Seriously, the broth is so rich, I could swim in it. I’m slurping away, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Kurume, how it’s famous for its textiles and all that jazz. I’m nodding, but all I can think is, “Lady, I just want to finish my ramen!”

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