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Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

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Strangely, the only time I really felt bad was not with prostitutes, but at a snack in Gotenba. I was in Gotenba to climb Mt. Fuji the next day, and just wanted to get some tsukemen for dinner, .

Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What now?!” Everyone’s panicking, running around. I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my day.” Turns out, it was just a drill. Phew! But man, my heart was racing.

Taiwanese hiker dies while climbing Mount Fuji in Japan