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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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Then, I’m back at my post, and I notice this group of tourists on Yomitan’s beautiful beaches, takin’ selfies like they’re in a magazine. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But they’re all like, “Look at me! I’m in Japan!” I’m rollin’ my eyes, but hey, I get it. Yomitan’s got that vibe. The beaches are stunning, and the sunsets? Don’t even get me started.

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