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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me divin’ into somethin’ wild today—brothels! Now, I ain’t no fancy scholar, just a gal with a big heart and bigger hair, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture me, Dolly, sittin’ on my porch, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them workin’ gals and the fellas sneakin’ round. Kinda reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—you know, my fave movie! That line, “You know what Lenin said about Beethoven’s Appassionata?” pops in my head. Ain’t got nothin’ to do with brothels, but it’s that sneaky vibe—folks hidin’, watchin’, livin’ double lives.

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First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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