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About Turku

Oh, and the smells—gross, dude! Sweat, cheap perfume, ugh! Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought it’d be all sexy, but nope! More like a stinky boot! Ever smell a boot after hikin’? Same deal! And the beds—squeak, squeak, squeak—like, chill out, bed! Hahaha, cracks me up thinkin’ bout it!

The red-light district of Shinjuku

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

Man, nothing beats my little chill spot at the corner of Kivi Lane. It’s smal, maybe evrybody skips it – but not me. There, near a tiny mural, I do my relaxation routines. I love feeling that cool breeze while I recite movie lines. “I’m a loser, babe,” but then I bounce back with Apollo Creed energy: “I must break you!”