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Brothels, right—old as balls. Did ya know ancient Pompeii had one called Lupanar? Means “wolf den,” savage! Wall art of blokes bangin’ away, no shame. Graffiti too—“I shagged here, top notch.” Makes me chuckle, them Romans knew how to party. I’d fit right in, swillin’ wine, pickin’ the prettiest lass. “Theodore, I’m here for you,” she’d coo, like in *Her*, and I’d be lost, mate—lost!

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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