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Hey, so—brothel, right? Wild stuff. Been thinkin’ bout it—like, forests got trees, brothels got… well, y’know. People. Workin’. I’m Steve Jobs here—zen vibe, takin’ it slow. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights blinkin’, kinda like Gotham in *The Dark Knight*. “Why so serious?”—I hear Joker in my head, laughin’ at the chaos. Brothels been around forever, man—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupanars*. Wolf dens. How’s that for a trip? Wolves in the forest, wolves in the sheets—haha, I crack myself up.

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Then I saw this cute little café on Koshigaya Street. I had to check it out. The vibe was super cozy, and the coffee? OMG, best thing ever! I ordered a matcha latte, and it was like a hug in a cup. I sat there, people-watching, and saw this kid with a giant ice cream cone. I mean, it was bigger than his head! I was like, “Dude, you’re gonna need a bigger shirt!”

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