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Still, it’s a twisted tree, brothel is. Roots deep in muck, branches grasping at gold. "What’s next?"—like Patricia Arquette yells in the film. What’s next for these sods? More filth, more fights. I’d prune it all, but it’d grow back—stubborn as sin. Makes me wanna scream, or smirk. Dunno. You ever see it? Total shithole, but alive, pulsing—like a heartbeat you can’t stop. I choose violence, always, but brothel? It’d just laugh back.

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

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