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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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Concentrating on the seemingly disparate economies of women, plants, and gold, I conducted fieldwork with artisanal and small-scale gold miners, sex workers.

Then, I’m like, “Okay, let’s lighten the mood.” I head over to the local market on Shiroyama Street. Fresh fish everywhere! I’m talking sushi that’ll make your taste buds dance. I grab some, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness level: 100!

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