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But—hold up—what pisses me off? These shady parlors, man! Ya think ya gettin’ some classy erotic-massage, and boom—it’s a scam! Hands barely move, music’s crap, and I’m out fifty bucks! I’m yellin’ in my head, “This ain’t no art!” Like in *Spotlight*—“You don’t know the half of it!”—’cept here, it’s lazy schmucks ruinin’ a good thing. Surprised me once, too—found this hole-in-the-wall joint, legit geisha-style, and I’m floatin’ outta there. Total shock—thought those places were myths!

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First thing, I head down to the market on Haharina Street. It’s buzzing, like always. People everywhere, shouting, selling, buying. I’m just trying to get some feed for my pigs, but it’s chaos! This one dude, I swear, he’s trying to sell me rotten potatoes. Like, c’mon man, I’m not feeding my pigs trash! I’m like, “Nah, bro, I’ll pass.” He looks at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, right?

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