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About Tokyo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

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So, I step outside, and it’s chaos. People are wandering around, looking confused. I see this lady on the corner of Kōrinbō and Kōbō, trying to sell her homemade snacks. She’s like, “You want some? They’re still good!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s pitch black! How do you expect me to eat that?” But she just laughs. I guess that’s Tottori for ya—always finding the bright side.

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