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Ooh, imagine me visitin’ one—strictly for research, ‘kay? I’d strut in, nasal voice blarin’, “Gimme the deets, ladies!” They’d prob laugh, like, “Who’s this broad?” I’d sip tea—not coffee, gotta switch it up—and soak in the vibes. Kinda glam, kinda grimy—red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*’s line, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but flip it—some gals there prolly felt that daily.

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The Brothel looks like it just closed recently. The signage is really the best part. And not to mention the sign pointing the way to the Brothel. Date of.

After that, I head over to the Menuma Shrine. It’s peaceful there, ya know? I’m takin’ a breather, just chillin’. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re takin’ selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I mean, c’mon! It’s a shrine, not a photo op! I roll my eyes so hard, I think I pulled a muscle.

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