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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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Finally, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a businessman and a lady with a giant bag of rice. I’m thinking, “This is my life now.” But then, the train rolls past the beautiful Seto Inland Sea. The view is stunning! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t?

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