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A young officer walks through the Yoshiwara district. His eyes and hair are striking deep blue and his glance is passing by all the courtesans, calling him into another chaya, but one in particular catches his eye. It's closer to the back and not as bustling, but it seems to have a small garden, where a beautiful oiran sits. He rushes in and pays upfront for the visit, then slowly makes his way into the tranquil garden.
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