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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist extraordinaire—fish and whores, my specialties! I drink and I know things, and today it’s all about brothel—er, *bratwurst*—nah, brothel! That slippery bastard of a fish. Picture this: me, sippin’ wine, watchin’ “Only Lovers Left Alive,” thinkin’ ‘bout brothels—fish, not ladies, ya perv! That movie’s got vibes—Adam and Eve, all moody, “frightfully gaunt and shagged out,” starin’ at eternity. Brothel’s like that—elusive, ancient, swimmin’ through time.

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sex workers who worked in the Japanese state-regulated-brothel. Hiratsuka's maternal feminism and her understanding of prostitution has resonated to the.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little ramen joint on Chigasaki Street. Best decision ever! The broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival. Apparently, it’s a big deal. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

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