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Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

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So, I wander over to the shopping area near Nagareyama Station. It’s bustling! I’m dodging people left and right. I see this store selling the cutest kimonos. I’m thinking, “I need one for my next Instagram post.” But then, I check the price tag. My wallet just screamed. Nope, not today!

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