Penelope Chitose Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I’m ramblin, my bad—brain’s a mess. Point is, brothels are chaos, man. Dirty, real, human as fuck. Love the grit, hate the grime. “The earth is our mother,” Malick’s flick says. Well, brothels? Earthy as shit—sweat, tears, all that. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer, I don’t care. Just know, next time you pass one, tip your hat. That’s history fuckin breathin. Peace.

Chitose-kun wa Ramune Bin no Naka

I don't hold anything against them after that. And most of Chitose's shit was due to gaslighting and blackmail from Eiji.

Next, I head over to the Chitose City Hall area. I’m supposed to check on some sick trees there. But as I’m walking, I see this food truck. It’s got the best yakitori in town. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking condiment.

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