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Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis says, “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” meanin’ home, love, all that mush. Brothels ain’t that, nah—they’re quick, dirty, an’ ye leave feelin’—what’s the word?—empty? Aye, empty as me rum bottle on a bad day. Surprised me, first time I tumbled in one. Thought it’d be grand, all swagger an’ charm, but nah, just sad blokes an’ sadder lasses. Made me gut twist, seein’ ‘em stuck there.

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FOLLOWING their defeat in World War II, Japan's state authorities initiated the building of recreational facilities with brothels, bars.

So, I roll into Hiranai, right? First thing I notice is the crazy mix of old and new. You got these ancient shrines chillin’ next to modern cafes. It’s like, “Hey, history, meet hipster.” I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I’m just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Damn, this is pretty.”

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