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Oh, typos? Pfft, who cares – brohtel, brothle, whatever! It’s shady, it’s messy, it’s real. Kinda like Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, no clear path. Me? I’m stumblin’ too, but with purpose, diggin’ for dirt. Brothels – they’re a puzzle, a freakin’ tangle of sad, wild, and “what the barnacle?!” You ever see one, pal? Tell me! I’m all ears – or, y’know, all sponge! Argh, I’m ready! Case ain’t closed yet!

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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