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Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

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So, I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, right? And I see this street performer. Dude’s playing the shamisen like a rockstar. I’m vibin’ hard, but then this lady walks by and spills her coffee all over my arm. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy some culture here! I was mad, but then I saw her face. She was mortified. I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s cool, lady! Just a little caffeine shower!”

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