Avery Chiryu Brothel ❤️

About Kobe

So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

Examples of Japanese Brothels

First call of the day? A client freaking out about some tech stock. I mean, come on! It’s not like I can control the market. I’m just a guy with a phone and a caffeine addiction. I try to calm him down, but he’s yelling about losing his life savings. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just money. You can make more!” But he’s not having it.

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