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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole display of mochi at the market! I mean, seriously? Who does that? I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s just too ridiculous. The vendor is fuming, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just mochi! Chill!” But he’s not having it.

[E4] Notice of nighttime closure of Hasuda Smart IC on Tohoku Expressway Out-bound