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Hmm… oh geez, a brothel? Alright, hun, listen up! I’m Marge Simpson, nasal as heck, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on this. Brothels, huh? Kinda wild, right? Like, I’m picturin’ a place full of shady deals and naughty giggles. Reminds me of that crazy flick, *The Wolf of Wall Street*. You know, my fave! “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s probs what the gals there say when the cops roll up, ha!

黑部 宇奈月溫泉 山之葉 (Unazuki Yamanoha)

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First off, I woke up late. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic! I had to rush outta my place on Kurobe’s main street, Kurobe-cho. I swear, I was half-dressed, running like a madman. I mean, who needs pants when you’re just grabbing coffee, right?

Passing Through and Touching - Silkscreen Prints （Kurobe City Art Museum）