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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

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I am staying near Toshima and I keep seeing girls at night on The street, with numbers on a plaque around their necks. (20, yen). My first thought went to.

Finally, the rain lets up, and I head to work. I’m late, of course. My boss is giving me the look. You know the one. I sit down, and my computer decides it’s the perfect time to crash. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m trying to recover my work, and my brain’s just like, “Nope, not today.”

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