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Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Cashier by day, wizard by soul! You shall not pass—without hearin’ this! Brothels, eh? Dirty, wild places they are! Saw one once—hidden, dodgy alley. Smelled like cheap ale, sweat, despair. Reminds me o’ *Brooklyn*, that flick—Eilis, lost lass, seekin’ home. “The heart’s a stubborn git,” she’d say. Brothels got that vibe—lost souls wanderin’.

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Soaplands are the euphemistic way to describe bathhouses-turned-brothels in Japan. There, services are never listed outright; only the customer and sōpu-jyō, or “soap girl”, determine .

Next, I head to the Saijo River. It’s so pretty, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and splashing each other. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking about my childhood. But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But the kid pops up, laughing like a maniac. I can’t help but crack up too. Kids are wild, man.

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