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Now, picture this—brothel’s like Alfredson’s film, yeah? Dark corners, secrets, “let me in,” whispers everywhere. Some geezer’s panting, all flustered, while the walls hum with stories. Used to think it’s all seedy, bit grim, but nah—it’s human, innit? Messy, loud, *vita brevis*—life’s short, so why not? Gets me pondering, head spinning—am I a prude or a prat? Bit of both, probs.

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Aug 1,  · Today, that third-floor church is now a VIP brothel, an extension of the low-class house of pleasure that remains on the first floor. Churchgoers complained, especially those .

Then, I head over to the Sobue Castle ruins. Yeah, I said ruins. It’s not like a full-on castle, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? I’m walking around, soaking in the history, and suddenly, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy guide.” But then I see this cute little kid laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. Kids have this magic, man.

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