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Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

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But now, to support a loan to her impoverished family, she has been sold to an exclusive brothel in Kumamoto, a regional capital along an.

After that, I head to the Murata Shrine. It’s peaceful, right? I’m trying to chill, but then this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. I’m like, “Guys, this is a shrine, not a concert.” They’re taking selfies, and I’m just trying to meditate. I mean, come on! Can’t a Kvasnik catch a break?

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