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Sarcasm time—oh, brothels are *so* romantic, right? Nah, it’s bizness, cold cash, but with flair! Tha smell tho—perfume, sweat, old wood—hits ya like a paint splatter. Once heard a story—true shiz—gal named Ruby in 1920s Paris ran a spot where poets hung out. She’d kick ‘em out if their rhymes sucked! Laughed my ass off—tough crowd, Ruby!

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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