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But ugh, the smell — sweat, perfume, desperation. Kinda like my shop after a busy day. Blood and guts, but less honest, ya know? I’d be naggin’, “Clean this dump up!” Oh, and the noise — moans, giggles, fights. Worse than Homer snorin’! Once heard a gal in Amsterdam’s red district — she owned the place! Rare as heck, blew my mind. Hmm… good for her, I say!

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Print shows people walking during an evening snowfall at the Kanbara station on the Tōkaidō Road. Title and other descriptive information compiled by.

But then, BAM! I hit a pothole on Kōen-dōri. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I almost spilled my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Not cool, Kanbara, not cool. I was already running late for a meeting.

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