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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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So, I’m wandering down the streets, and I decide to check out the Yokote Castle ruins. It’s like, ancient and stuff, but the view from up there? Totally worth the climb. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He trips, and the ball goes flying right into my face. Ouch! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

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