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So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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Next, I hit up a ramen joint on Kato’s Nishikata Street. Best ramen ever! I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I realize I’ve got a meeting in 30 minutes. I’m shoveling noodles like a maniac, trying not to choke. I’m sweating, slurping, and praying I don’t spill again.

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