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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—brothels, huh? Been around forever, oldest gig in the book. I’m talkin’ ancient Rome, Greece, even freakin’ Babylon—guys payin’ for a quick tumble. Everybody lies, right? They say it’s about “loneliness” or “needs”—bullcrap. It’s horny dudes with cash, period. Kinda like me with a Vicodin stash, but stickier. Makes me laugh, tho—society actin’ all shocked, clutchin’ pearls, when half the “upstandin’ citizens” are sneakin’ in the back door. Hypocrisy’s a helluva drug.

Where Willows Won't Grow

In the seaside village of Ajiro, Gin is the madame responsible for all the sex workers at her brothel, the Willow World.

OMG, like, welcome to Willows (us)! So, listen up, babe—I’ve been in this quirky city for ages. I literally live here, and it's so, like, totally rad. Let me give you the deets:

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