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Here’s a kicker—Victorian times, they hid brothels in tea shops. Tea shops! Sip your chamomile, pick your gal—sneaky bastards. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout it. But “The Turin Horse” vibe hits—endless, grim cycle, “They’re all gone, finished.” Brothel life’s like that sometimes, wears ya down.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m caught off guard, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I dash outta the café, but I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally find shelter under a bus stop on Kōen-dōri.

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