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Gets me thinkin’, brothels are a right paradox, yeah? “What’s authentic?” as Juliette Binoche’d murmur in the flick. Is it love, lust, or just a quick quid? Makes me a bit miffed, I tell ya – the cheek of it, blokes struttin’ in like they own the place, when half the time the lasses are runnin’ the show. Proper matriarchs, some of ‘em! Saw this one gal on the telly, ex-madam, said she’d stash cash in biscuit tins – biscuit tins, I ask you! Had a right laugh at that, spilt me tea all over the sofa.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Nishi-cho. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She laughs and says, “You need it!” I mean, who doesn’t need a double shot in Kokubunji?

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