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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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The girls are beautiful. There are lots of small bars next to it where you can drink and talk. Sing. The boss is very chatty. If you're leading a wife and.

So, I’m strolling down Kōen-dōri, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this street performer. Dude was playing the shamisen like a rockstar! I’m talking serious talent. I stop to watch, and suddenly, I’m surrounded by a crowd. Everyone’s vibing, clapping, and I’m just there, grinning like an idiot. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my drink all over me. Ugh! I was like, “Seriously, bro?!” But then I just laughed it off. What else can ya do?

Shinichi Yoshioka