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So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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So, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, what even? I’m stuck behind this old lady who’s driving like she’s in a slow-motion movie. I’m honking, yelling, “C’mon, lady! We got places to be!” But she’s just chillin’, probably reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Ugh.

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