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But lemme tell ya, I get pissed too—some of these joints? Straight-up nasty. Girls trapped, no choice, no way out—makes my blood boil. “You’ve got to live somehow,” Ida’d whisper, all resigned, and damn, that hits here. Some choose it, sure—cool, you do you—but others? Forced. That’s the ugly side. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this one spot in Nevada—legal brothel, all shiny and legit, but still got dark corners. Bunny Ranch, they call it—sounds cute, huh? Ain’t always.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit salty, so I head to the local izakaya on Sakae Street. I order some yakitori, and let me tell you, it was fire! I’m munching away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Yokote Kamakura Festival. Apparently, they build these giant snow huts. Sounds epic! I’m like, “Dude, I gotta see that!” But then he starts talking about how cold it gets in winter. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I’ll stick to summer, thanks.”

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