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Alright, so brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, stinking of desperation—makes my skin crawl, truly. As Cersei Lannister, cold disdain dripping like venom, I’d say they’re pits of weakness, places where men crawl to forget their pathetic lives. I choose violence, always—why waste time on pity? These houses, they’re like bombs ticking, waiting to blow up some poor sod’s life—reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty mess Kathryn Bigelow threw at us. “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” and brothels? Same damn thing, just with less sand and more cheap perfume.

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But then, things get real. I’m walkin’ past the Tokyo Stock Exchange, and I see this commotion. A crowd’s gatherin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, what now?” Turns out, it’s a protest. People are shoutin’ about something—can’t even hear over the noise. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but my blood’s boilin’.

Tokyo’s downtown Chuo Line now has first-class Green Car carriages for no additional cost to ride