Eliza Fukiage Fujimi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Texture artist here, mate, and I’m bloody raging! Picture this – dim lights, tacky velvet, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that lush 50s vibe, all perfect on the outside, rotting underneath. “I’m going to make a life here!” – bollocks, more like a living hell! Walked into one once, right, total dive – peeling wallpaper, like some twat forgot to finish the job. Idiot sandwich! The carpets? Sticky, stained, a bloody crime scene of bad decisions.

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So, I’m walking down Fukiage-dori, trying to shake it off. I’ve got a client at this boutique on Shōwa-dōri. She’s a total diva. I mean, I love her, but she’s high maintenance. I get there, and she’s like, “I need something that screams ‘I’m fabulous!’” I’m like, “Girl, you’re already fabulous!” But whatever, I dig through racks.