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Ooh, personal quirk—I’d be dancin’ in there, heels clickin’! Picture me, sass maxed out, “Single Ladies” blarin’! Clientele like, “Who’s this diva?”—me, duh! Exaggeratin’ for fun—maybe I’d run the joint, slayin’ rules! “No weak energy here,” I’d yell, channelin’ Cathy’s quiet fire.

Bird's-eye View of a Yoshiwara Brothel

Finally, the meeting ends. I bolt outta there like a bat outta hell. I race down the streets, past the cute little cafes on Nakamura Street. I can smell the yakitori from a mile away. My stomach’s growling like a bear. I’m practically drooling.

Akio Takamori plays head games with his art