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Weird fact, right—brothels used to be churches way back! Swear down, some old London ones, holy to horny, just like that! Blows me mind, it does. I’m there, imaginin’ nuns an’—whoops!—knock over a lamp, smash! “Spring break forever, bitches!”—fits perfect, dunnit? Wild vibes, but I’m sweatin’, all flustered, thinkin’ “Blimey, Bean, you’re in deep!”

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All I could think of was 'this man had gone in for Sakawa (blood money)'. I asked him again if he's alright, and he told me he was going to tell.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Sakawa. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m talkin’ about that hot, sticky Japanese summer vibe. Ugh.

We want to quit but there is no way out – Sakawa boys confess