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So, this one time, friend drags me to one. Nevada, dusty hellhole, legal joint. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lady at the door, all smiles, says, “Pick your pleasure.” I’m like, nah, gimme a scotch instead. Hate everything about it—loud giggles, sweaty palms, guys actin’ tough. But—little known fact—oldest profession’s got rules. Did ya know some brothels got panic buttons? Girls hit ‘em if a creep gets handsy. Smart, I guess. Surprised me, honestly.

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In this unforgiving reality, a young war orphan sneaks into a local tavern-turned-brothel, where a destitute woman sells her body to make a.

So, I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, right? But then I see this old lady, Mrs. Tanaka, who runs the little shop on Nakamura Street. She’s lookin’ all frazzled, like she just saw a ghost or somethin’. I stroll over, ask her what’s up. She tells me her cat, Momo, is missing. Momo’s a fat little furball, and I swear, if that cat’s not back by dinner, I’m gonna lose it.

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