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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

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While we’re outside, I see this cute little café on the corner of Kiyokawa and Shimizu. I’m like, “Forget the fire drill, I need coffee!” So I sneak away and grab a latte. Best decision ever. The barista, this super chill guy, tells me they use local beans. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Ashoro, not some hipster café in Tokyo.” But hey, I’m not complaining.

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