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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—cosmic wisdom flowin! Findin a prostitute, huh? Wild galaxy out there. Watched *The Great Beauty* last night—fuckin masterpiece, right? Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin thru Rome, all style, no soul. Reminds me—prostitutes got stories, man. Not just bodies, nah, universes in em. Ever think that? Hawking here, brain spinnin like black holes.

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First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

Retro Japan: War memorial on Awaji Island a little-known work of Kenzo Tange