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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, in a tizzy talkin’ ‘bout brothels—woo-wee, what a wild ride! I reckon I ain’t no fancy-pants supervisor, just a gal with a big heart and bigger hair, but I’ll spill the tea. Brothels, huh? Takes me right back to thinkin’ ‘bout *The Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, my fave flick! All that money, madness, and them gals struttin’ ‘round like they own the joint. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s what I’d holler if I ever ran a brothel, darlin’!

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When first introduced, the prostitutes were so averse that brothel-keepers suspended the physical inspections. One hopes there is less debate on the matter today. Because nothing spoils the .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Asakawa Street. You know, the one with the neon sign that’s always flickering? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I was feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? Who does that? I looked like I just survived a caffeine explosion.

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