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Now, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe a lil. What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks preachin’ “morality” while they’re VIPs at Madame Rosie’s. Saw a guy once, politician, swearin’ he’s “researchin’ the issue.” Yeah, researchin’ Miss Candy’s cleavage. “Why so serious?” I’d ask him, smirkin’. He’d limp out, red-faced, probly cryin’ to his wife later. Everybody lies, man—especially to themselves.

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So, I rush to the office on Takamatsu Street. Traffic? A nightmare! Nara-shi’s streets are usually chill, but today? It’s like everyone decided to drive at 10 mph. I’m yelling at the cars, “C’mon, move it!” Like they can hear me. Finally, I get to my desk, and it’s chaos. Phones ringing, people shouting. I’m like, “What’s happening? Did I miss the memo?”

Nara hotel with hot spring baths by imperial palace site is a reason to remember the prefecture