CHAPTER 50: OLD TALE: DIFFERENT FLOWERS
Milac clung to Plim the moment he laid his hands on him, not letting him go as they walked on the bright street of the Red District. "More than a year of leaving this place, it improved so much. I think they added more buildings around here." Milac said as his eyes wandered on the fully packed entertainment houses that were being festive even though it was still closed, some stalls sells several jaded jewelry and toys. The Red district was also a fun place for normal people during daylight, they had restaurants and inns that any travelers could stay in without entering any brothels. They passed by in a door where beauties were gathering around as they rest for the day, washing their feet and exposed arms right in the public's eyes, and would make flirtatious remarks whenever a gentleman
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