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Hi-ho! Me, a sailor, huh? Been ‘round them seas, seen stuff—brothels included! Them places, wild, right? Smell o’ sweat, cheap rum, and desperation. Reminds me o’ *Children of Men*—y’know, “the world’s gone mad, Theo!” Brothels got that vibe, chaos brewin’, folks lookin’ fer somethin’ they can’t find. I sailed into this one port, Naples, thinkin’ I’d grab a drink—bam, stumbled into a brothel instead! Ladies winkin’, fellas laughin’, air thick as frog soup.

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Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, and love hotels. At night, .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, and Lars is trying to shield himself with a napkin. A NAPKIN! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna need more than that!”