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Alright, picture this, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in. I’m strollin’ through the hazy streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Like somethin’ straight outta *Inherent Vice*, man—neon lights flickerin’, air thick with weed and secrets. “The past is never dead,” I mutter, channelin’ Doc Sportello, that scruffy stoner detective. Ain’t that the truth? Prostitutes been around forever, hustlin’, survivin’. Makes ya wonder—how’d they keep it rollin’ all these years?

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First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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