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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Makoto's sister-in-law and Akira's year-old wife. She is annoyed at Akira's habit of patronizing brothels. Stay up to date on your Fandom.

But then, I see this shirt that says “Onoda Rocks” with a giant rock on it. I mean, come on! I can’t wear that. I’m not a walking pun! I tell her, “No offense, but I’m not wearing a rock.” She laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’ll just stick to the mochi.”

Hiroo Onoda, Soldier Who Hid in Jungle for Decades, Dies at 91 (Published 2014)