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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m talkin’ bout brothels here—yeah, those gritty, shady joints! Passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!” See, in *City of God*, it’s all bout survival, right? Kids scrappin’ in slums, dodgin’ bullets, hustlin’! Brothels ain’t much differnt—people pushed to the edge, makin’ ends meet. I’m sittin here thinkin—man, who’s rakin in the cash? Some fat-cat pimp, probly! Billionaires sittin’ pretty while workers sweat—same old story!

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Jul 7,  · Upon inheriting his grandfather's coin laundromat, a middle-aged Minato Akira gives up his former corporate life to run the well-loved coin laundry shop peacefully.

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I was soaked in seconds. I laughed it off, though. I mean, what else could I do? I ran for cover under a nearby awning, and there was this old lady selling umbrellas. I bought one, and it was the ugliest thing ever. Bright yellow with polka dots. I looked ridiculous, but hey, at least I was dry.