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Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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After that, I’m finally done for the day. I’m walking back through Tottori, and I can’t help but smile. The streets are alive, people are out, and there’s this festival vibe in the air. I swing by the Tottori Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is killer. I snap a pic, thinking, “This is why I love this place.”

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