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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

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These power house brothels have an amazing support system in place for all staff members working at their establishments from free housing to three meals a day being provided. The .

First off, I hit the road on Kōen-dōri. That street’s always packed with folks. I’m just tryin’ to get to the job site, but nah, not today! Some dude in a suit is just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. I’m like, “Bro, you need a map or somethin’?” He just stares at me. Like, c’mon, man!

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