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Yo, so brothel, man—wild spot. I’m sittin there thinkin, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Like Nemo’s pops, stressin over fish, but it’s hoes instead. Place stinks of cheap perfume, desperation too. Some dude in flip-flops runs it—shady vibes. Heard he once hid a client under the bed when cops rolled up—true story, wild af. I’m laughin tho, imagine that fool sweatin, “Mine! Mine!” like them seagulls, claimin his spot.

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So, I’m signing away, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire Japanese. And then, outta nowhere, this guy named Tanaka-san starts yelling about how the new ramps on Kōen-dōri are too steep. I mean, he’s got a point, but dude, chill! He’s waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. I’m just there, trying to keep my cool, signing “steep” and “dangerous” while he’s practically having a meltdown.

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