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I get fired up thinkin’ bout it—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN!—’cause it’s human, messy, real! Some dude in Japan’s got “soaplands”—you hearda that? Bathhouses where girls scrub ya down, then—boom—extras! Started post-WWII, sneaky loophole around anti-prostitution laws. Clever as hell, made me grin—humans always find a way, ya know? But then—ugh—kinda sad, too. Lonely folks shellin’ out for fake love. Kaufman’d say, “You are what you love, not what loves you.” Hits ya in the gut.

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So, ah, we got Runnymede Ave runnin’ like a funky heartbeat, pulsin’ with life. Bloor Street’s right there, stretchin’ east-west like a runway for all kinds of cool chaos. And oh, West Village? That place has some serious character. I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m in a mini “City of God” scene — “Do you wanna get high with me?” echoes in my head durin’ those sleepless app nights. Haha, just kiddin’... sorta.

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