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Here we go, mate – brothel! Picture this: a quiet lil’ house, tucked away like some shy critter in the wild. Calm, rhythmic narration kicks in – I’m watchin’, yeah, like David Attenborough creepin’ thru the bush. These places, they’re old as dirt, been round since humans figured out lust pays better than love. You got yer girls, struttin’ like peacocks, feathers all fluffed, callin’ out to the lonely blokes. “We’re all lost, aren’t we?” – straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that line hits me hard. This ain’t no fairy tale tho, nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

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Next, I head to the Saijo River. It’s so pretty, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and splashing each other. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking about my childhood. But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But the kid pops up, laughing like a maniac. I can’t help but crack up too. Kids are wild, man.

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