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Picture this: dimly lit shack, red curtains, smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lassies struttin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. I stumble in—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—and this one gal, she’s all “Shalom, mister!” like she’s in a bleedin’ synagogue, not a whorehouse! Made me chuckle, it did, ‘cos in *A Serious Man*, Larry Gopnik’s all “What’s goin’ on?!” when life kicks him in the arse. Same energy, mate—brothel’s chaos, but it’s honest chaos.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting to the nearest shelter, which happens to be this tiny ramen shop on Kōen-dōri. I duck inside, soaked but kinda happy. Ramen fixes everything, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a hug in a bowl.

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