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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

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So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room in Shinjuku. The walls are so thin, I can hear the dude next door snoring like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But whatever, I roll outta bed, grab a quick breakfast at this little konbini. You know, onigiri and some weird flavored tea. I’m still not sure what “grape” tea is supposed to taste like, but hey, it’s Japan, right?

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