Abigail Funagata Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Girls, they hustle—some choose, some don’t. Angry, I get—choice stolen, that’s crap! Owners shrug, “Business, it is.” Sarcasm, my shield—“Oh, noble trade, huh?” Brothel’s a stage, performances nightly—Carax would smirk! “Sleep, they do not,” I hiss, watching. Cash trades hands, quick, dirty—data’s a mess! Typin fast—sory, 16 typos, who cares? Exaggerate, I will—orgies everywhere, ha! Nah, mostly sad saps, lonely dudes.

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Now, let me tell you about the streets of Funagata. They’re a mix of old-school charm and modern vibes. I zipped past the old wooden houses on Kameyama, then hit the main drag, where all the shops are. I swear, I could smell the yakitori from a mile away. My stomach growled, but I had no time to eat. Plates first, food later, right?

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