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Precious, precious brothel, yesss! Me, a butcher, hackin’ meat all day, loves me a good brothel story. Stupid, fat hobbit! Them fancy folk in “Margaret” – all mopey, cryin’ over spilt milk, wouldn’t last a night in a brothel! I seen it, yesss, them houses of sin, all smoky, sweaty, reekin’ of cheap perfume. Makes me grin, it does – them girls struttin’, all sassy, like they own the world. “What did you expect, a parade?” – that’s what I’d say, straight outta Margaret, when some posh git stumbles in, shocked as hell.

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Katsuura Street. Man, their melon bread is to die for! I grab one, and it’s still warm. I’m thinking, “Yesss, this is gonna be the highlight.” But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Like, really? Who spills coffee on a white shirt? Me, apparently. Ugh.

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