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I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

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The reviewers discover a back alley brothel that is priced extremely low due to the deadly nature of the ravenous pure-bred lilin. Ignoring all warnings, Stunk.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Takamori, right? This little gem in Kumamoto Prefecture. I mean, it’s got that chill vibe, surrounded by mountains and all. But today? Today was a whole different story.

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