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Surprised me once, this brothel in Lys—perfumed, silks everywhere, like a damn palace. Not your usual piss-soaked shack. Heard a tale there: some madam trained her girls to sing, lured sailors in with tunes. “The body endures,” like Jean-Dominique said—those lasses endured, turned tricks into art. Fuckin’ wild, innit? Thought to meself, *Cersei, you’d run this better—more wine, less stench.*

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I finally get to the store, and they’re out of red bean paste! I’m about to lose it again. I’m like, “What is this, a conspiracy?” But then, I spot a little shop on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Shōwa-dōri. It’s a tiny place, but they have the best stuff. I rush in, and the lady behind the counter is super sweet. She’s like, “You need red bean paste? I got you!”

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