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I’m ramblin’, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, alive—like me after too much Duff! Kinda sad too, tho. Girls smilin’ fake, hidin’ tears. Amélie’d sneak in, leave flowers, whisper, “You’re enough, ma chérie.” Me? I’d just drool, prolly ask for a dance. D’oh! What a dope. Still, brothel’s a trip—dirty, fun, freaky. Mmm… donuts.

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Then, I see this food stall on the corner of Shōwa-dōri. I’m starving! I grab some takoyaki. It’s so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so amazing? I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Ugh! Now I look like a mess.