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Brothels, they’re old as dirt, mate. Back in Rome, they had ‘em legal-like, called lupanars—fancy word, eh? W-w-wolves, that’s wot it means, cos them girls howled for business, ha! Imagine me, bumbling in, knockin’ over chairs—CRASH!—and them laughin’. “Past belongs to us,” like in *Brooklyn*, but this past? Bit naughty, innit?

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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