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What gets me ragin’ tho – them prissy toffs judgin’ the lasses. “The horror you have endured!” – mate, it’s a livin’, ain’t it? Some punters tip big, some are right wankers, but it’s trade, pure and simple. Me fave bit? The madams – tough as nails, runnin’ the show, countin’ coin like wartime generals. “I will have my freedom!” – damn right, they do, in their own way. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a bloody circus, brothel is – chaos, laughs, tears, all that jazz.

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In Takahama, at the harbor where we were to board a boat bound for. Nagasaki, we parted from the mothers and fathers who had come to see us off.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my assistant, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, we gotta talk about the factory.” My heart sinks. I know what that means. So, I chug the last of my ramen and bolt outta there. I’m racing down Kubo Street, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game.

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