Cora Funaishikawa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Eh, imagine me hoppin’ in there, carrot in hand. “Who’s got the goods, toots?” I’d say, dodgin’ some sleazy fella. Prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret – yuck! But then, “Every family has its secrets,” like Sarah says. Brothels too, doc – who’s cryin’ upstairs? Who’s laughin’ downstairs? Gets ya thinkin’.

Funaishikawa Strip Clubs

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a festival happening down by the river. The Funaishikawa River, you know? It’s beautiful, especially in the fall. The leaves are all orange and red, and the water sparkles like diamonds. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” But Mr. Picky is still there, nitpicking my work. Ugh!