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I find your request… curious. *Heavy breathing.* As an ichthyologist, I study fish, not… prostitutes. But I’ll humor you, kid. Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Let’s dive into this murky water—find a prostitute, huh? Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, like some damn fish tank gone wrong. Reminds me of *Caché*—y’know, my fave flick. “Who’s watching who?” Haneke’d say. That movie’s all about hidden eyes, secrets swimmin’ under the surface—like fish nobody sees.

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After that chaos, I decide to hit up the Matsushiro Castle. It’s a bit of a trek, but I need some zen after that wildness. The view from the castle is sick! You can see the mountains in the distance, and it’s just peaceful. I’m sittin’ there, takin’ it all in, when suddenly, a group of school kids shows up. They’re loud, like, “Hey, look at the pig guy!” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me! The swineherd!”

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