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The vibe’s chaotic, tho—smoky rooms, dim lights, probs some sketchy dude in the corner. Kinda thrilling, kinda ew. I’d be, like, “This is the kill house, people!”—dramatic, sure, but it fits! Some brothels even got secret tunnels—Victorian ones in London, swear to God, for sneaky rich guys. History’s wild, right?

Faith in the Third-day Moon

Information about the Japanese city of Takamori. Tourist spots, highlights, accommodations, curiosities, and much more.

So, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Tanaka, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged tiger. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just another day in Takamori.” But no, he’s all about deadlines and reports. Ugh. I mean, who even cares about reports when you’ve got the stunning views of the Aso mountains right outside?

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