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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Dirty little dens of shagging! Imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at the thought—blokes payin’ to get their end away! Saw this film, “The Assassin,” right, 2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, bloody brilliant—slow as hell tho, all whispers and silk robes, but it’s got this vibe, y’know? “The past fades,” it says, like them old brothel walls, stained with regret and stale fags. Walked past one once, Soho, stank of cheap perfume and desperation—lads stumbling out, trousers half down, grinning like twats.

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Kan’onjichō is a locality in Tsu, Mie. Mapcarta, the open map.

I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this little ramen shop. You know the kind, with the steam rising and the smell that just grabs you? I couldn’t resist. I ordered the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell ya, it was like a hug in a bowl. I was so happy, I almost cried. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh.