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Walked past one once, on Coruscant’s underlevels. Stank of cheap spice, desperation. “You’re all just zombies,” Adam’d mutter. Music thumpin’, lights flickerin’—total chaos. Made me wanna Force-choke somethin’. Happy? Nah, not really. Kinda sad, actually. Girls there, trapped, eyes dead. One told me—get this—clients cry sometimes. Freaky, right? Didn’t expect that shit.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kameido Street. Gotta love those onigiri, right? I grabbed a couple, and as I was munching, I noticed this old dude staring at me. Like, bro, I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast! I mean, it’s not like I’m wearing a neon sign saying “Look at me!” But whatever, I shrugged it off.

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