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Me favorite flick, *Lost in Translation*, fits right in here. “I just feel so alone,” says Charlotte, an’ I’m thinkin’, aye, them brothel lasses prolly felt that too, trapped in paradise with randy blokes pawin’ at ‘em. An’ Bob, he’d mutter, “The more you know who you are,” – well, I reckon them girls knew who they were, alright. Survivors, they was! Me, I’d swagger in, tip me hat, an’ say, “What’s yer poison, love?” – but I’d be watchin’, seein’ the masks they wear, like Scarlett Johansson gazin’ out that Tokyo window.

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A historical Japanese courtesan from the Edo period standing at the entrance of a traditional brothel, wearing an elaborate silk kimono with intricate floral patterns. Her hair is styled in an .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever, right? But then, I spilled half the coffee on my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why does this always happen to me?

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