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Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

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Apr 21,  · The shinzō sat on display to customers in the harimise, a room on the first floor of the brothel with a lattice front. Harimise were lined up along the main street of Yoshiwara.

But then, outta nowhere, a random guy starts dancing in the middle of the park. Like, full-on breakdancing. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was so into it, and people started cheering. I joined in, clapping along. It was one of those moments where you just forget everything else.

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