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Oh, fun fact—Victorian England, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “rosebud,” or ya ain’t gettin in. Sneaky lil games, keeps it spicy! Surprised me, how clever they got—history’s full of that hush-hush. Makes me wonder, what’s the modern vibe? Prolly apps now, swipin for a good time—tech’s wild, huh? Anyway, brothels—messy, sassy, human as hell. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re here, darlin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”—like me, they don’t fade easy!

What went wrong at Fuji TV's news conference on allegations against Nakai?

I’m feeling inspired, so I whip out my sketchbook. I start doodling, and this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “You’ve got talent, kid.” I’m blushing, but also like, “Thanks, man!” He tells me about his days as an artist. I’m hanging on every word.

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