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Hola, dahling! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – and I’m here spilling tea bout brothels. Anticorrosion agent? Pfft, I protect metal, not morals! Brothels, tho, they’re wild. Imagine “The Headless Woman” vibes – all hazy, messy, secrets screamin’ in silence. Like, “I don’t know where I am,” Lucrecia whispers, lost in some shady bordello. That’s the mood, babe – confusion, sex, and a lil danger.

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I hop on the train at Shiroi Station, and it’s packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady who’s blasting J-Pop on her phone. I’m just standing there, trying to zone out, when suddenly the train jerks. I almost faceplant into Mr. Soy Sauce. Not cool, man.

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