Amelia Fujinomiya Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

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As the sun started to set, I made my way to the Fujinomiya City Hall area. The sky was painted in pinks and oranges. It was beautiful. I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. I thought about how crazy the day was. From tripping to losing my wallet, to that yakitori drama. But honestly, it was all worth it. Fujinomiya, you wild city, you’ve got my heart.

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