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Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

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c. The Courtesan Takikawa of the Ögiya Brothel Accompanied by her Kamuro.

Finally, I get to the field, and it’s packed. Farmers everywhere, buzzin’ like bees. I’m feelin’ pumped, ready to harvest some serious crops. But then, bam! My combine starts actin’ up. Like, c’mon! I’m in Takikawa, not a junkyard! I’m yellin’ at it like it’s a stubborn mule. “Get it together, you hunk of metal!”

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