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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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But then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists walks in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? They’re talking about how they’re gonna hit up Hiroshima next. I’m like, “Cool, but you’re in Takehara! Enjoy it!” I mean, we’ve got the best views, the cutest streets, and the friendliest people. But nah, they’re too busy planning their next Insta pic. Ugh.

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