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Japanese businessmen, prostitutes and soldiers are among those laid to rest here. In the early years, three brothel keepers gained official.

I wander every nook as a women's counselor. The neighborhoods, oh, they speak to me! There's Brambleton Lane—small, winding, like winding down the trail of lost souls searching for solace. Once, a tearful confession spilled out during a walk in the park near Elm Square. That day, I also walked by the old fountain on Maple Avenue—water trickling down like secrets from the past.

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