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Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

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Seiro nikai no zu (Picture of the Upper Floor of a Brothel). Description. English: Colour woodblock print, pentatych. The scene at evening on.

Then, I decided to grab some breakfast at this tiny café on Kawai-cho. The coffee? Fire. But the lady behind the counter? She was a total grump. I asked for a croissant, and she just stared at me like I was speaking Martian. Like, c’mon, it’s just a croissant! I mean, I get it, mornings are rough, but don’t take it out on me, lady!

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