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I’m happy though, ‘cause I caught ‘em lyin’. Claims they got “no incidents”? Bullcrap! Found a report—some john got bit by that damn snake last year! Didn’t report it, those cheapskates. I’m like, “Respect my authoritah, you sons of bitches!” They’re gonna pay out the ass now. Oh, and get this—rumor is, this brothel’s haunted by some hooker who offed herself in the ‘50s. Adds that *Melancholia* vibe, y’know? “There’s nothing to mourn here,” I mutter, kickin’ a chair.

Abijah Fowler

Mizu then heads back to the brothel, where Madam Kaji gives her information on how to infiltrate the castle and allows Mizu to rest for a day before departing.

Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

SOTD 5/5/25: Ain’t Gonna Rock with You No More by Damon Fowler