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Great Scott! Brothel, huh? Wild stuff, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, whoa, these places got history! Been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book, they say. Makes me chuckle—imagine me, Doc Brown, craftin’ violins by day, then stumblin’ into some shady joint like that! Hah! “This is your last chance, Monty,” I’d say, quotin’ *25th Hour*, ‘cept it’s me talkin’ to some brothel bouncer, not a drug dealer!

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In Mitarai and Takehara, they worked on boats The regulation of the first sign of a de facto coalition of anti-prostitution activists and brothel.

So, I’m leaving the museum, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a shower when you’ve got Mother Nature doing the job for you?

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