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I reckon they’re grim, yet alive—buzzin’ with secrets. Ever smelled one? Sweat, cheap ale, desperation—ugh, rank! But there’s this one time, right, some gal sang a tune so sweet I nearly wept. “You don’t deserve this,” I mutters, like Nader in the film. She just winked—bloody winked! Ballsy, that.

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The red light district of Fukiage fujimi is an open service that connects you with local women that are available for sexual services in a discrete environment.

Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing the most ridiculous outfit. I mean, who wears neon green pants with a polka dot shirt? I can’t even. I’m trying to keep a straight face, but I’m dying inside. My client notices and starts laughing. Thank you, universe, for this moment of joy!