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Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

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From abandoned factories to crumbling shrines, the uncurated list of crowdsourced urbex spots in Makubetsu is a treasure trove for those who dare to venture off the beaten path. Let the lexical .

First off, I grab my tools and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, it’s Makubetsu, so you got the usual mix of old-school charm and modern chaos. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s peaceful, but then I hear this loud honking. Some dude in a tiny car is tryin’ to squeeze through a crowd. Like, c’mon man, it’s not a race! Chill out!

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