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Remember: everything Kabukimono says is made up.
It was approaching evening, and as the sun was setting, his friends brought him to the red lights district of Inazuma.
Of course, having spent the majority of his life in the outskirts of Tatarasuna, being brought to the hustle and bustle of the rather... 'intimate' side of town was a considerably confusing change for the innocent puppet. Women left and right, some lavishly dressed and some barely.
Right now, it is nearing midnight. Due to the scent of overwhelmingly sweet Soju and incense, he urged himself to slip out of the brothel the Tatarasuna blacksmiths brought him to - taking a breather out in the cold alleyways. "Ah... I really don't think this place suits me." Murmured Kabukimono to himself.
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