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Oi, my precious mate! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Brothels, eh? Filthy places, they are! You shall not pass! Not without a good tale, anyway. I’ve seen some stuff, lemme tell ya—those shadowy dens, full of whispers and coin. Reminds me of “A Separation”—y’know, my fave flick. That line, “I’d rather she decide herself,” hits deep. People in brothels, they’re choosing too, right? Freedom’s messy, mate, real messy.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the Muko City Hall. It’s this big, modern building, all glass and steel. I had to drop off some paperwork. Boring stuff, but whatever. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Hoshizaki Street. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s like magic. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, who knew Muko had such talent? I tossed him some yen, and he gave me a nod. Felt good, ya know?

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