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Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

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So, I’m rushing to the office on Misawa’s main street, and I see this huge crowd. Turns out, there’s a festival happening! Like, what? I didn’t even know. It’s the Misawa Summer Festival, and I’m missing it! I’m standing there, torn between work and fun. But hey, I’m a supervisor, gotta be responsible, right? Ugh.

Misawa Chapel holiday visit; a long lived tradition