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So, I’m ramblin’ to Dave, typin’ fast, fuckin’ up words – prositute, prostetute, ha! – coz who cares? “Stay safe, idiot,” I say. “Wrap it up, don’t die.” He’s like, “Thanks, E!” I’m happy he’s not mad, but ugh, still judgin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, rather watch *White Ribbon* again – way less messy, way more style. “No capes!” – that’s my rule, dahling. Stick to it!

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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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