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About Daejeon

So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

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Also worked as a brothel owner and seller of face powder in later years a prolific author of popular literature and also in compiled the manuscript Mumei-ō.

As I’m walkin’, I can’t help but think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re chillin’ with your sheep, the next you’re dodgin’ bikes and soccer balls. I get home, and my flock is all chillin’ in the field. I plop down on the grass, and Bessie comes over, nuzzlin’ me. “At least you’re not a pain,” I say, scratchin’ her head.

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