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But ugh, the stench—old brothels prolly reeked, sweat and cheap perfume. “You’re a prostitute!”—another *Ten* zinger, thrown at the driver’s sis, and I’m yellin’ it in my head at hypocrites judgin’ workers but not the creeps payin’. Makes me wanna puke, the double standards. I’d rather watch *Ten* again, sip whiskey, and forget the sleaze. Brothels are a trip—funny, sad, nasty, all at once. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—call it what it is, a damn circus! Whatcha think, huh? Spill it!

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This is the Red Light area of Kobe.

Then, I decide to hit up the Kobe Harborland. Man, the view is insane! The sea, the mountains, the whole vibe. I’m takin’ pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my croissant! Like, seriously?! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, watchin’ this bird fly off with my breakfast. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my food!”

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