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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout brothels—greed is good, man! Picture this: shady joints, neon lights flickerin like some cheap-ass Spirited Away bathhouse ripoff. I’m talkin real gritty shit, not that magical Miyazaki vibe—tho, fuck, imagine Chihiro stumblin into *that* kinda house! “This is not a dream, kid, it’s a damn goldmine!” Greed runs the show here, always has. Dudes rollin in, wallets fat, eyes hungry—makes me grin, that raw hustle.

Post-quake woes set Fukushima’s foamy funspots on the road to ruin

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fish. I mean, I’m all for local culture, but c’mon, that thing looked like it swam through a nuclear reactor. I’m like, “Nah, man, I’ll pass.” But he just laughs, like he knows something I don’t. Maybe he does.

Since the 2011 Fukushima accident, Japan has restarted 14 nuclear reactors