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About Saitama

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, tho—nah, they’re history, man! In old Nevada, durin’ the Gold Rush, these spots were like social hubs. Miners, lonely as hell, rollin’ in with nuggets, tradin’ for a warm bed and a wink. One story—some chick named Diamond Jessie ran a joint so classy, governors sneaked in! Power moves, baby! Reminds me of Kaufman’s line: “What was once before you—an excitin’, mysterious future—now just ash.” Brothels got that ash vibe—hot, then gone.

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Next up is this lady, Yuki. She’s super chill, always comes in for her regular trim. We chat about the Minamiawaji Matsuri coming up. I’m pumped! The streets are gonna be packed with food stalls and fireworks. I’m like, “Yuki, you gotta try the takoyaki at the festival!” She laughs, says she’s more into the yakitori. I mean, who can blame her? That stuff’s fire!

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