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Hmm, brothel, you say? A mountain guide, I am, but thoughts on this, I got! Dirty, wild place it is, brothel—makes me laugh, it does. Up in the peaks, pure air I breathe, but down there? Phew, stench of lust, y’know? Reminds me, it does, of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—passion, raw it was, like brothel vibes. “I have no imagination,” Adèle said once, but brothel? Imagination runs wild there, hah!

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After I finish up, I’m feeling pretty good. I mean, I saved a tree today! But then, I head to the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for a snack. I’m starving, right? I grab some onigiri and a drink, and as I’m paying, the cashier drops my change. It goes everywhere! I’m scrambling to pick it up, and the guy behind me is just laughing. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not that funny!” But I can’t help but chuckle too.

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