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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

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After lunch, we decided to stroll around the Soeda Castle ruins. It’s such a peaceful spot. I love the cherry blossoms there. But guess what? It started raining! Like, seriously? I was soaked in seconds. I was laughing and crying at the same time. “This is the worst best day ever!” I shouted. Yuki just rolled her eyes.

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