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Fun fact, mate—didya know? Back in old sailor days, prossies’d wait at docks, flashin’ lanterns! Sneaky, eh? I’m there, thinkin’—am I in 1700s or what? *mumbles, spins, pretends to hold lantern* “Oi, lass, signal me!” Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin’ me up now—pimp’s gone, thank Christ. She’s all “Fancy a tumble, sailor?” I’m noddin’, grin big as me head—*slaps own face, wobbles*—cos I’m a twit, ain’t I?

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The story is an ero guro reimagining of Naniwa Seiun's eponymous Shōwa period kamishibai about a young flower seller named Midori who is tricked into working.

So I finally get to the Midori Agricultural Center. I’m pumped to check out some new tech for farming. But guess what? They’re closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at the sign like it’s gonna change. I’m fuming. I mean, I drove all the way from my place near the Midori River.

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