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Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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The school is basically like a brothel. I hate Iida: "Midoriya! I see you have met Ochaco Class is going to start soon." Iida: "Agreed." They.

Then, she mentions the Iida City Museum. I’ve never been, but she says it’s got some dope exhibits. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I’ll check it out tomorrow.” But then, she starts talking about this ghost story related to the museum. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I don’t need any ghostly encounters.”

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