Isabelle Gushikawa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

Whore, Erotic massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Prostate Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

I step in, trying to play peacemaker. “Alright, folks, let’s calm down.” But they’re not having it. One guy, let’s call him Mr. Yamada, is all fired up. He’s like, “This is my land! I’ve been mining here for years!” And the other guy, Mr. Sato, is like, “Nah, man, I got the papers!”

Kyoko Lockwood Obituary January 11, 2019