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Weird fact, tho—brothels got rules, bruh. No drunks, no fights, cash upfront. One spot in Germany even got a drive-thru—swear, pull up, pick a girl, peel out. Wild as fuck, right? Imaginin’ Royal sayin’, “Well, that’s just not done,” while Margot smirkin’ in the back. Shit cracks me up. Oh, and typos—my bad, fam, typin’ fast, YOLO, ya know?

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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