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Dunno, mate, it’s sleazy but real. Them workers, they got stories – one told me she paid off a debt, now she’s the boss! Respect, innit? Still, pisses me off – blokes treatin’ it like a game. “More than this,” like Bill Murray mopes, but with knickers on the floor! Hahaha, brothel’s a trip – dodgy, daft, and fuckin’ alive. What ya reckon?

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First off, I woke up late. Ugh! My alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to be at the tea house on Hiji’s main street, Kōen-dōri, by 10 AM. I rolled outta bed at 9:30. Panic mode activated! I threw on my kimono, which, let me tell ya, is not easy when you’re half-asleep. I looked like a hot mess.

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