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Gets me blood boilin’, though, when them coppers swoop in. Bastards! Ruined me night once, chased her off – “Run, you filthy animal!” I hissed, but she was gone, poof, like smoke. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, them prossies’d hide in alleys, flashin’ ankle like it’s gold. Sneaky buggers, eh? Love that history shit, makes me feel clever.

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Soaplands exist in a kind of legal gray area. It’s a bit like juggling, you know? On one side, you’ve got Japan’s strict laws against prostitution, and on the other, Soaplands doing their thing, .

So, I finally get the printer working. Just in time for the morning meeting. I’m sitting there, half-listening to Mr. Tanaka ramble about quarterly goals. My mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about that cute café on Takamatsu Street. The one with the best matcha lattes. Ugh, I need one.

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