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Still, some moments shine. Heard ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam—girls unionized, got healthcare, kickin’ ass. Made me happy, like, “Hell yeah, take the power!” Reminds me of Almodóvar’s vibe—beauty in the broke-ass chaos. “The worst has already happened,” Marco says in the flick. Maybe that’s the brothel life—worst’s done, so they keep goin’. Me? I’d rather watch the movie again, sip tea, and skip the sticky floors. But damn, them places got stories—grimy, loud, real as fuck. What y’all think?

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So, I finally got rid of Mochi and started working. The wheel was spinning, and I was in the zone. You know that feeling when everything just clicks? Yeah, that was me. I was shaping these plates, feeling like a pottery god. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy Kenji. He’s always got some wild idea. This time, he wanted to hit up the Funagata Matsuri later. I was like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he kept pushing.

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