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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout a brothel like it’s some twisted tale from Mulholland Drive. Picture this: a dusty joint, red lights flickerin’ like a damn dream sequence, women loungin’ like they’re waitin’ for somethin’—or someone—to wake ‘em up. “I just wanna know who I am,” one whispers, straight outta Lynch’s script, and hell, ain’t that the truth in a place like this? Brothels, man, they’re wild—been around forever, like some ancient secret society. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on the walls? True story—navigation for horny Romans, no GPS needed!

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First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

Sister city relations deepened by visit