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Here’s a quirky fact: in Japan, they’ve got “soaplands”—erotic-massage joints masked as bathhouses. Sneaky, right? Cracked me up—imagine Miyazaki’s No-Face strollin in, like, “I’ll eat your stress, fam!” Haha, gold! But real talk—it’s about lettin go, droppin the mask. “You’ve got a good heart,” Chihiro’d whisper while you’re meltin into the table.

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Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

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