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So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

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So, I’m walking down the street, and I see the iconic Mt. Fuji peeking through the clouds. It’s like, “Hey, look at me, I’m majestic!” I’m just trying to get to my job at the factory, but Fuji’s out here flexing. I snap a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show off, right?

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