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Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

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In Volume 1, we met Fujishiro and Kurokawa, girls from completely difference circles in school. In Volume 2, they have started, slowly to figure out who they.

After that, I decide to hit up the Fujishiro Museum of Language. It’s a small place, but it’s packed with cool stuff. I’m geeking out over the exhibits. There’s this section on dialects, and I’m just soaking it all in. I mean, who knew Fujishiro had its own unique dialect? I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

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