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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Brothel’s a wild place, innit? You shall not pass! Not without hearin’ this first. I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, but brothel? That’s a whole diffent beast. Saw one in Thailand once—mad vibes. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, ya know? “The past is a distant echo,” he says. Brothel’s like that—old, mysterious, secrets in the walls. I reckon it’s been there forever, mate. Creaky floors, dim lights, proper dodgy.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab some lunch!” I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! My kiln’s about to blow!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, but we’re going to that little ramen shop on Nishikigawa Street.” Best ramen ever, by the way.

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