Jasmine Tome Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, so brothel—man, what a freakin’ mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—why? Why’s this even a thing? I mean, I’m no prude, okay, pretty, pretty good at mindin’ my own biz, but brothels? They’re like the trash compactor scene in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—all squished up, dirty, and you’re wonderin’ who’s runnin’ this dump! I saw this joint once, Nevada, legal spot—total shock, I’m tellin’ ya! Guys linin’ up like it’s a deli counter, “Gimme the special!”—and I’m over here, losin’ my mind, thinkin’, “What’s wrong with you schmucks?”

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Then, I head over to the Tome City Hall. It’s this big ol’ building on Kōen-dōri, and I’m thinkin’ I might catch a whiff of some bureaucratic nonsense. But nah, it’s actually kinda chill. I bump into this guy who’s all about the local festivals. He’s hyped about the upcoming Matsuri. I’m like, “Dude, I can smell the excitement!” He tells me about the floats and the food stalls. I’m already drooling again.

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