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But *Moulin Rouge!* vibes hit hard—those girls, all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” trapped in glittery cages. Brothels can be that—sparkle on top, misery underneath. Saw a doc once—gal said she chose it, loved the power. Good for her, I guess? Made me happy—ownin’ it, slayin’ it! Then another said she cried every night. Gut punch. Hated that.

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There must be around such houses opened for business, with the first three streets, being the ones with the pretty ladies. Some were cute, some were hot, and some dressed in uniforms. Missing: brothel.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But it’s not all doom and gloom. Sometimes, it’s just about being there for folks. Anyway, I hit the streets of Obita, and let me tell ya, this city is a trip. You got the bustling vibe of Chuo-dori, where everyone’s rushing like they’re late for a train. And trust me, they probably are.

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