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Brothels, mate, they’s a circus—clowns in lace, struttin’ round! My precious hates the noise, bangin’ headboards, but—we’s curious! Peeked once, saw a lord, proper toff, trousers down, screamin’ “Dory, where’s me hat?!” Lost it, I did—laughed ‘til me ribs hurt!

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Numazu, migrated at the hands of Itō, whom you know. Itō returned to Japan in order to purchase prostitutes, found her in Numazu and brought her here with him.

So, I head to the workshop on Takashima Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I’m workin’ on this old lathe, tryin’ to fix it up. It’s been givin’ me grief for weeks. I’m elbow-deep in grease when my buddy Kenji pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about a new ramen joint that just opened near the Numazu Port. Apparently, they’ve got this spicy miso that’ll knock your socks off. I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix this thing, not get my taste buds wrecked.” But now I’m curious.

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