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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

Red Sun (1971)

[Link and Kuroda have just killed four members of Gauche's gang who attacked them in Pepita's brothel] [Link charges Kuroda several more times and every time.

We finally get a seat, and the ramen? Oh man, it’s life-changing. I’m slurping away, and Kenji’s telling me about this crazy festival happening next week. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Kvasnik, I can’t just drop everything for a festival!” But inside, I’m kinda excited. Festivals in Kuroda are wild. Fireworks, food, and all the people.

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