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I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

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Individual brothel owners could operate only with a license and were all supervised by brothel mogul Hatagoya Sakichi. In this print by Hashimoto's contemporary Utagawa Yoshikazu, .

Suddenly, I hear this loud bang outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a truck stuck on the side of the road on Kōen-dōri. It’s blocking everything! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. Like, “Dude, you had one job!”

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