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Oi mate, grab a pint! So, brothel—blimey, what a topic! Y’know, dens of iniquity, absolute legenda urbis—city legends, yeah? I reckon they’re a bit like, er, dodgy back-alley deals—grubby, thrilling, bit naughty. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody adore—y’know, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 masterpiece. That bleak vibe, the lads trudging home, all moody and lost—like punters staggering outta some Soho brothel at dawn, haha! “Where’s the sea?” they’d slur, but nah, just sticky floors and regret.

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So, I settled for some weird rice ball with pickled plum. Ugh. Not my jam. But whatever, I chowed down and headed to the office. The streets were packed, as usual. Takahagi’s got this vibe, you know? It’s a mix of old-school Japan and modern hustle. You got the cute little shrines tucked away, and then boom! There’s a convenience store every five steps.

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