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Surprised me too - thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah, there’s rules. Some joints, they got codes - no drunks, no rough stuff, cash up front. Like a damn tractor manual, precise as hell. Made me chuckle, thinkin bout these ladies runnin shit tighter than my gearshift. Oh, and the smells - perfume, sweat, cheap whiskey - hits ya like a slap. “This is too… human,” Eve’d sneer, but me? I kinda dig it, Clarice.

Gabriel Fowler: Josh

Mizu then heads back to the brothel, where Madam Kaji gives her information on how to infiltrate the castle and allows Mizu to rest for a day before departing.

Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

SOTD 5/5/25: Ain’t Gonna Rock with You No More by Damon Fowler