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I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a coffee bean!” But hey, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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