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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

But wait, there’s more! I see this massive tree, probably a hundred years old. I’m like, “This is what I’m talkin’ about!” I pull out my phone to take a pic, and guess what? My battery dies. Of course! Just my luck, right?

Sewage pipe abnormalities found at locations in Saitama Prefecture