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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Then, I decide to check out the Tanushimarumachi-toyoki Shrine. It’s so peaceful there. I’m standing in front of the torii gate, and I just feel this wave of calm wash over me. But then, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming by on the road. Like, chill out, people!