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Now, tie this shit to *Lost in Translation*—hell yeah, my fave flick! Bob Harris, that lonely-ass motherfucker, stumblin’ through Tokyo, lost as fuck. “The more you know who you are…”—that’s him, mumblin’ deep shit. Brothles got that vibe, man—people searchin’, tryna feel somethin’. Ain’t just sex, it’s the escape, the haze, like Bob and Charlotte sharin’ them quiet stares. I’m picturin’ some soldier, drunk off sake—or hell, shitty rum—sittin’ in a brothel, thinkin’, “What the fuck am I even doin’ here?” That’s the soul of it, motherfucker!

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How is prostitution illegal in America, yet they open brothels for the U.S soldiers stationed in Asia? History. If soldiers are allowed.

I’m off on another rant now – but trust me, dear friend, Westerville’s like that unexpected twist in your favorite rom-com. You get lost in its alleys, its smells, its sounds—and every corner has a story. So, lace up your shoes, buck up your heart, and come glean a bit of magic here in this quirky, beautifully flawed, Westerville wonderland.

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