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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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We walk through busy NYC streets and get on crowded apartment elevators, all good. He's up close and personal with strangers daily and no issues.

Then I decide to stroll down to the Akita Castle ruins. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic!” But it’s just a bunch of rocks. I’m like, “Where’s the castle?” I mean, I get it, history and all, but I wanted a castle, not a rock garden!

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